Triad gambling house

I’m in a Triad gambling house. The mood is festive but solemn, as it would be in an illegal drug/prostitution den. Nice place. It is enormous and labyrinthine, a sort of typical Oriental architecture (I guess), and a hacienda-type place. I must be a mercenary (or security, for that matter) and proceed to engage in some crazy Far Cry/Tomb Raider-type shoot-em-up, crash, and building collapse sliding down kind of antics. I felt like I was there. It’s a Chinese gangster nightclub. Fun times.

This reminds me of another dream I had a short time ago. I was in a scrap metal business, dropping off a load at these Vietnamese guys’ garage. They quote me some bullshit low figure, and I tell them to forget it. So they proceed to take me on this tour of their underground shanty village under the plaza (which reminds me of a cross between Franklin’s body shop in GTAV and a seedy motel in Stoney Creek – the place has a gas station, garage, grocery store and several other businesses – family-owned I’m guessing) which has squalid conditions and people living on top of each other. The guys are trying hard to be (or at least appear) friendly, but something tells me that if I don’t split quickly, I will be Pho tonight. So I grovel like a bitch. I go, “Look, fellas, I meant no disrespect, but … I accept your price for the metal. I want to start a long and friendly business relationship.” Ha. What happened after that is anybody’s guess.

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