The space was small and green with plants or paint or both; it was somehow like where you'd exit from a mom and pop diner. The cash register was on the corner of a short counter. As I saw it in the dream, we were gathered at the counter on the left. The cash register was on the right. At the far right past the till, you could turn the corner and proceed farther back and enter into the larger space which looked like a workout room. THAT room seemed empty and so it should have because as one finds out later, all the action happens in small rooms connecting off the large room.
We waited.
It was a long wait.
I can't remember what we were all doing during the wait. Waiting, maybe. There was one thing: I found a small, dark marble which I kept it in my hand.
More waiting. I couldn't tell you how long it was, this wait.
I said to the lady at the cash, "I'll pay now," and somehow, finally, that moved me to the front of the line or near to it. I paid for my massage and noticed the slight, small, black woman, a pretty girl with long, straight black hair. She was maybe not much more than five feet tall and she stood at the end of the counter in the space connecting this anteroom and the larger room in the back. She was one of the masseuses, quiet, with a narrow face, waiting patiently. When I paid, this was the signal apparently for her to get to work. She turned her back on us and moved into the larger workout space to get towels or something. Beginning to prepare for the massage. I tried to follow but there was something in the way. Between the end of the counter and the wall, mostly blocking the entrance to the larger room was ... well, it was either a very large statue of a sitting dalmation or a skeleton. I spent an amount of time sorting it out, moving it so I could get through, finally making a space big enough. Then I spent some more time putting it back where I found it. Except that after I put it back, it was still blocking my way (oddly, it seems I didn't go through the space I cleared although I thought I did).
I sort of forced my way past the dalmation (skeleton) to follow the pretty black girl into the room. I hung over her shoulder as she gathered supplies, waiting to be told which room to go in. I said to her, "I'm very on the ball today," in some sort of foreign accent and showed her the marble which sat in the center of my outstretched palm and then had to repeat it because she didn't get this bit of wit the first time. She chuckled quietly. I felt very confident.
I was shown to Room One. I was dressed for business in a shirt and tie, slacks and dark shoes. I started taking off my clothes. I couldn't tell you exactly what I was wearing, except for my underwear which was very clear in the dream: I was wearing my pair of black briefs with the brand name "Report" on the waistband. I was going to be naked for my massage and maybe both of us - me and the girl - would enjoy this.
There were other people in the room. Two women, each on a massage table with sheets to their necks. There were no other masseusses in the room. I became aware of this and yet it mattered not at all. Wearing only underwear and black socks, I sat on the edge of the massage table and partly pulled the sheet over me to cover my hips. I would take the rest of my clothes off from under the sheet. I got one sock off when the young pretty black girl was there to tell me, "Here, I'll help you with that," implying it was part of her job to take my socks off for me. But I was already taking off the second sock, "No, that's all right, I got this." I said this with an air of vague amusement that she would want to take of my socks.
I lay down on the table, got my legs under the sheet and began to lower my underwear. Somehow I got stuck in the sheet. I got my briefs down to mid thigh ("Report") and my legs were all caught up in the sheet. Thinking back to the dalmation (skeleton) I said to the girl as I struggled gently to get myself unstuck, "Everything seems to be an impediment today."
Two other staff members had appeared, a woman and a man. The woman just stood by the table with her hands by her side (or behind her back). The man seemed like the prototypical male nurse, a big happy looking fellow who reached under the sheet to get my legs freed and get me properly situated on the table. My briefs were still at mid-thigh and the guy hadn't noticed I was in the process of removing them. His next task was to turn me so that my head was pointing in some specific direction. There was a purpose to this that he knew and I didn't. He asked me which way I wanted to be. I was by now very much looking forward to being naked and getting this massage on the go and I said with a wry smile, "I'm certain it doesn't matter to me."
The alarm went off.
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