In this dream, Ms Loftus, myself, and two of our co-workers have won prizes from our respective companies. The prize is a trip to a ressort village in Southern Tennessee; however, something happens to the plane, and we all end up driving north of Baton Rouge, LA to a resort village in Southern Mississippi that our sales teams stay at requently.
Due to a booking error, we end up in the wrong resort at our first arrival and Ms Loftus and I are sharing a room, while the other two coworkers are also in a room. The furniture in this resort is 60's modern and hasn't been replaces since the 60's either. Ms Loftus and I are laying on the couch watching TV when a third person joins us: a middle-aged man who is on parole--apparently the hotel is also a half-way house and they've double booked our room. To top it off, the guy is a pervert and we are forced to change hotels. Once we get to our new room in our new hotel, we have a nice dinner and do lots of touristy things, only to return to our hotel to find that our co-workers' room/wing has caught fire and they are being doused by a fire-hose as the exit their room.
We drive back to Baton Rouge and I'm now with an undescript friend who's never been to Baton Rouge. I point out all the changes and vacant buildings in North Baton Rouge near Baton Rouge General Hospital.
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