Luxury Towers

I have many dreams in which my partner and I are royalty. This is the most recent one. My lover and I are jet-set royalty, enjoying all the luxuries that life can provide. We are overseeing the construction of our new palaces, a gleaming complex of towering silver spires complete with every conceivable luxury. Unfortunately, we seem to have run into some legal trouble and construction has been halted halfway through. Bankers are trying to figure out a way to take possession of our new party central, which we think is unfair, because the bankers are not kind, generous people like ourselves.

So one day my lover and I head out with our animal familiars to meet the bankers at the site. One of the towers is almost finished and two or three more are underway; we have to negotiate heaps of electrical insulation and other construction waste to get inside the tallest tower, but once inside we can see that it is truly palatial, rather like a hotel lobby with chandeliers, red carpeting, sweeping staircases, and a ceiling about 100 feet high.

Traveling by the stairs, or by gleaming but dormant escalators because the elevators are unpowered, my man and I climb to the Royal suite high in the tower, a ballroom where a rounded black console for the giant sound system is half-installed on a raised platform. The dance floor is huge and black and a glittering chandelier hangs over it. There are floor-to-ceiling windows all around, with a wide terrace outside. My lover and I stand at the railing for a while and watch rain fall.

Then suddenly we hear a noise: the bankers have arrived. One of them enters the room through an unfinished doorway, and before he can say anything, my lover and I rush him, knock him down, grab him by the arms and legs, and throw him out the window. The other banker makes a run for it, so my man sets his dog to chasing him. They go barrelling through the building, in and out of rooms, down stairs and up ramps until finally the dog catches the banker and holds him until we arrive to throw him out the window in his turn.

My lover and I spend some time afterwards exploring our half-finished digs, imagining the great times that will be had when the building is finally finished.