the Prostitute

Dear Dream Analyst.

I awoke on an upper floor of a hotel and looked out the window and down into the parking lot.....

The Beige V.W. Beetle was gone.......... and so was she......

I added 2 and 2 quickly........

The Rental car had been stolen....

The prostitute I had known before...  and I trusted her ....

Now I was panicked.... everything was gone.... and there I was standing naked.... by the panoramic glass window  looking out...

SEE ME....

How shall I react.?... what shall I do first?   Call the Front Desk?... The Rent a car company?

I could not remember the name of the Rental agency.... I'd  have to find a computer to look up my travel dates... the copies of my information about everything were all gone...... It was like I had Dementia... and gone Senile at the same time...  within   an instant.

There I was the Naked Jay Bird Standing ............ bye the window having a second look now.......
 No ..  I don't see any Beige Beetle.. down there at all....

Nothing is often a good first thing to do...... I resolved...

So I wandered over towards the table... OH LOOK!  she left exactly one pair of pants and a shirt for me laid out even....... on the chair how nice now I was not to be  Naked.

and across at the end of the dresser on the floor  was the waste basket lined with a  semi clear plastic  bag....

inside the trash was my Passport and eye glasses  OH !  .... thank Heavens!   Now I can see and Travel....   however    she had poured a Cola... and Caramel  all over it....  so I busied my self with holding my supreme identification  under tepid tap  water in the bathroom sink getting it cleaned up the the sugary goo slowly melting away and down the drain... what a mess, one of the pages tore  as I was cleaning and it was all sticky in between...  the other ones....... a very gooey mess.

It was kind of her I suppose to have even done that on my behalf... and there were my debit cards too ... and low and behold even some cash.. not a whole lot... but some..... I could probably pay for a cab to the airport... and have a snack.

That dear woman.... kind of her she was not  completely heartless after all......

But the car was indeed gone.....  she must of been in co hoots.....  with a car thievery ring.... I guessed
Maybe she did not take it?  But the Keys were gone... from the room.

She wasn't a bad looking example of a woman ... either.....

I awoke from my dream questioning my self.... This:  What is the Moral of the Story?