I'm in downtown Portland, but it sees like I don't live here. I'm working here, and staying in a hotel. In the evening, I get to wander around, so I go with some of my colleagues to a huge library and book store. It's very luxurious, and like a multi-story maze inside. There's a big atrium in the middle, and from there we can see down a floor, through a window, racks and racks of books. That's where we want to be, but we can't figure out how to get there.

Somebody tells us we have to get in a special elevator, so we find it and get in. It seems old and clunky, like an antique, with old but finely carved wood. It starts moving jerkily in different directions.

Also in the elevator with us are several very attractive girls, in slinky clothes, like escorts or something. I joke with them, something like 'is this the kind of librarians we have around here?'

One of them is shorter and perhaps less slinky, but cute. We sort of connect, and she agrees to tag along on our evening. We never find the books, that I recall, but end up going somewhere else out in the town, just she and I. We cross the street toward the east. Somehow as we reach the opposite corner, she gets my jacket, and in a quick moves, hands it off to her friend, a young black man who appeared out of nowhere. In one move he jumps into a convertible that is parked there, and accelerates it directly into a truck that is parked directly in front of it. The convertible dives under the truck, smashing off the top of the car and wedging it in the undercarriage. The man somehow jumps clear, into the street. "Ha," he says, "just try to get your jacket now!"

Well played, I say, you guys earned it. It was all a setup. I don't really care that much about the jacket, not that I could get it anyway, buried under the debris. But I am a little concerned about what was in the pockets, just keys I think. Oh well, I can do without.

(At some point after we they took the jacket, we were taking pictures - myself, the guy and the really hot girl librarians - and they turn around and say "let's take some pictures of our butts, like we used to do".

We get back in the elevator, which is apparently going to take me back to my hotel. The girl is still with me, but I'm telling her I am disappointed, like when you think somebody actually likes you, but you find out they're just using you for something. But she looks at me deeply, like yeah she set me up, but she did actually like me. I close in and start kissing her neck, and she moans a little, like she is into it.