Dream: Hired to fix a computer problem in an office room in which two employees were very antagonistic with eachother. So I dumped a box of components over the aggressor. Soon after, The Joker took everyone hostage. Bound our feet with plastic cinch-ties. But I managed to flee somehow. Dream continued:
Living as an ex-pat in China, hiding from The Joker. Included being on a boat that was headed up a river with the intent to arrive at one town, but deciding that we must take a different course and arrive at a different town just to keep our destination that much more secret. The town looked a lot like a Marriott hotel, where a few Americans hid out (due to being criminals of intense wealth). About 15 or 20 of us (who had escaped from The Joker) wound up there.
I had a neat outfit that included a hood, to better hide myself. Though for some reason I had hair like in my twenties — below shoulder length and far too bulky. I wanted to give myself a haircut because I looked ridiculous — though simply for being American, I noticed that a caucasian woman who arrived at the hotel with her Chinese husband gave me a nice lookover. Also, simply on the merits of speaking English it appeared I could end up working at this hotel, since the Chinese staff did their best but usually didn’t really know what to expect from Americans in terms of behavior. Like, Americans would simply come though a door and look for service, whereas the Chinese would wait at the door for the staff to open it. So there was confusion, though the staff did their best, and after all there were very few guests since this was a very out of the way, very rich, very criminal destination.