Dream Journal
An older man who was an authority figure (maybe my boss?) offered to take me on a trip to Hawaii. I was very excited. I told him that I was allergic to the sun but still really wanted to go.
I had assumed we would be in separate rooms until a friend said that he might have other motives and might want to share a room with me. “That cannot be,” I asserted, “I’m married.”
I stood on the beach in Hawaii wearing a sarong. He wanted to show me his secret hideout, and led me to a manhole cover hidden in some bushes. There was a secret spy operation being held underground there, and the manhole cover was its entrance. He went down first, and I contemplated how I would maneuver with my sarong.