I had some really unsettling dreams and nightmares last night. The only one I can remember right now involved a bar or club of some sort, that seemed sort of old-fashioned in its layout, almost like an old-time saloon or brothel with a mirror-backed bar and a set of stairs leading to a balcony where bedrooms were. The atmosphere was bronzed like late afternoon sun; everything in the bar was a shade of brown or bronze or metallic tan, including the people. It was beautiful with a hazy sheen, the people had glistening brown skin and beautiful voices. A fat woman wearing metallic bronze leather pants put her hand down her pants and began to touch herself and make these sensual faces, and everyone started watching her. She was wrapped in a metallic bronze cord that almost seemed like it was a part of her body. I was kind of floating up in the air, just a presence observing the action. And the colors reminded me of ice cream, chocolate and vanilla ice cream with swirls of chocolate fudge. The ice cream became real; I was eating a bowl of ice cream and gazing at the colors. Every time I took a bite, I would see another glimpse of a scene from the bar.