Fallen In

In an attempt to post more often:

Two nights ago, I dreamed I got rolled in a brothel run out of Billie's mother's house. I know, entertainingly weird. My prostitute was an unremarkable girl I seemed to know in my dream but not in real life. Billie's cousin was amongst the whores but not Billie. I searched for my wallet along a series of docks and confronted a Taiwanese madam who pointed to a pile of wallets. My wallet is red. I thought it would be a conversation piece in real life, but the heap of wallets she pointed to in my dream were primarily red.

I ended up back at Billie's mother's house without my phone or wallet. Billie appeared as I was getting into a car. "What happened?" She asks. 

"You left me," I reply.

"That is old news," she says, annoyed. 

I give her the finger in anger. She responds in kind and backs away toward a group of whores.  The girls giggle. "Don't be fooled. She may not work here, but she is one of you," I tell them.

If I could be like that
What would I do?
What would I do?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
I'm falling into this, in dreams, we run away...Be Like That, 3 Doors Down

I opted for this 3 Doors Down song instead of the obvious Here Without You.