Dreamt: One of a pair of nearly-cyberfuture era violent types. Too cool. Walk past the line on the long, circular-square stairwell waiting to get into the club, let in immediately. Too cool. Too cool.

Flashback to earlier: we are talking with a female friend in her antique store down by the docks, we leave, walk past the storefronts -wood, slightly older, not quite but in a few years need some upkeep, worn and bleached a little by sun/water, beautiful day.

Back: Club is quiet, more an expensive, exotic-industrial-chic lounge. (Lounge: Big, ex-warehouse size semi-open space. Small nearly-rooms made by raised bits of floor, booths w/tables, drapes of warm, dark colored fabric. The feeling of space is there, but always moving, eyes get lost in the shapes and subtle swaying of the draping fabric. Lights hang at various levels and areas, letting the darkness further distort the space. At least one 2nd-story balcony area. Balcony area -\_/- shaped, though slopes are less severe. Center dip where the fairly-wide metal-and-black-grip stairs from main space come up. A few tables scattered around. Couple doors to back office and somewhere else, probably storage.) Walk through the club to the stairs up to the balcony. Walk past a beautiful, slightly Hindi-looking girl standing in a group of girls sitting to the right of the top of the stairs to the balcony, she'd just gotten up/is about to sit down. She has big, lovely green/blue eyes. She signs at me. I something-facial-expression, then walk up to the semi-balcony. I am very... drawn to the girl. There is some reason I don't recall which makes me get the impression that she feels similarly, but in a more... demanding manner. I turn left to where my partner is holding down the fort at a high, smaller circular table with high seats. Exchange words. Walk over to door to "storage" (on other side of the stairs on balcony), break in. Find a dark hallway full of illegally-kept (slavery) people, who desperately walk-run out. Beautiful (and apparently deaf) Hindi girl looks at me, sort of annoyed for some reason. She signs at me. I tell her friends (speaking in her direction in case she can read lips) that I can't understand sign language. They tell me she can speak Spanish (which doesn't help me. Only understand a little spanish) if breathing in (something connected to why she's mute.) She makes a sign at me: fist palm down with pinky extended and pointing at me. Scene fade.

Outside: Body of club owner (chubby, but big, too. Thick arms, big hands, big round head, big flattish face with big features, big feet, all round, almost a caricature, but too fleshy) on ambulance cart. A large, neckless man with bullet-head and red skin, muscular surgeon/accountant arms is giving it the once over. We're discussing our fee. On the sternum of the body is a red line ~4 inches long where I (half-memory of the fight) stabbed him in the heart. Suddenly, club owner breathes some, big eyes bugging out in his chubby face. Surgeon/Accountant: "That won't do." Whatta hassle. HAD stabbed him in the heart but the heart was mechanical, only disrupted it some. Finish club owner off. Feel very slightly embarassed and annoyed, but only very slightly.

-Side note: Anyone speak sign language? What was the girl was saying?