Salvaged dreams

Having been several years since I last stopped by, I was curious as to things currently are at Dreams. After not being able to sleep I decided drive by the very interesting Long Beach port and got there at11:30pm.

It was $10 to get in including a drink. Walking through the curtain, I was taken aback by just how dead it was. The last time I had come it was also on a Tuesday which are $80 VIP specials for 15 minutes. There was barely any place to move then, a stark contrast to what it was tonight.

As you walk in there's a stage and seating along the wall. It's one of the worst layouts I've seen. There were six to eight girls, all of them sitting on the well well worn couches covered with blankets. For some reason, there were several space heaters set to 80 degrees blasting which made it very uncomfortable. I was immediately approached by Paola, a buxom Cubana. Since I had literally just walked in, I declined a dance. I was not aware, but 90% of the ladies spoke no English and were Latina. They ranged from skinny naturals to full bimbo with plastic lips, tits and ass. Not ideal for me. As it became clear things were not going to get much better, I decided to stick around and listen to the music.