run away

I dreamt that I was in a large hotel that had event spaces and ballrooms. There seemed to be something big going on that required security and a team of technology people and equipment. It felt like it was less audio/visual and more security related. I was going to one of the rooms, not sure why, but I felt like I had an aim. I was in one room to take a shower and was getting ready when an Indian man in a dark suit came in. He was all smiles and pleasant and I was to follow him somewhere. We had met before and I had assumed he was someone I had to watch out for, but he turned out being nice and he kind of liked me. We walked down the hall and into one of the security centers. There were FBI types milling around, all looking tense and busy. The Indian fellow put his arms around me and walked in sync with my walk. I was a bit uncomfortable about how this might look to his coworkers and so quickly left the room. I ran down the hall back to my room and it was filled with people. I knew I had to hurry and get my things because something not good was about to go down. I ran to the back bathroom which was huge, I had been staying in some sort of superior suite with a spa. They had a massage table set up and they were asking if I was ready for my full day of pampering... something that came with the room. In my dream it was the second time I was able to stay in a place like that and missed the use of the spa both times. They said that they would comp me a massage and they stamped the palm of my hand with a red inked coupon. This wouldn't stay... oh well.

I finished stuffing a small back pack with my things and then a made was complaining to me. I forget about what but that I accused her of something and now she was in trouble at work. I knew I hadn't done anything offensive and told her so as she was getting forms filled out about the situation. In my mind she shouldn't be a maid. She had a handsome face that could do modeling as senior and I told her so, but then the woman's face morphed into a few other faces and I stopped talking. I got my backpack and ran back down to the security room. There was something I was given that was to be hidden and I knew I couldn't be caught with it.

The hallway down to the room was packed with people. I ran into a friend (who happened to be Gerard Butler.. handy), and he was the only one I knew to trust in the group. He told me to run and get out now. People were coming that were going to try to shut us down and it was dangerous. I ran and saw the people he was talking about. The hotel was now some sort of large mall with escalators. I saw patrons running and they were not interested in them. I looked like a patron as well, but I couldn't take a risk and lept over a glass wall onto an escalator and slid down the railing and then just kept running. I had escaped and was running down a street in the night. My mind was running as well.... I have escaped ... now what? Do I feel good about this? He is back there still... will he be hurt? does he need my help?  Does feeling free feel better or is it better to be in the muck, as long as you care about someone? I didn't have an answer...