Dreams.

I had this dream about a week ago, and I'm glad I wrote it down, because I'm already forgetting some of the details.

I'm sitting in a room of some inexpensive hotel. I'm talking to a stranger. We have some kind of business together; he gives me the keys to another room and tells me to hide there. Apparently, I'm being pursued, someone is looking for me, and I've crossed someone. I was wearing a white shirt and white pants. And I was a brunette with long hair down to my shoulders.)))
I leave the room of my friend/colleague/acquaintance and go to the room for which I received the keys. As I walk past my room, one of the hotel staff (dressed in a gray uniform, resembling an electrician) bumps into a large garbage bag that was inexplicably standing near the room. I barely managed to stop the bag from falling and told the poorly-sighted staff member off. He just snapped back at me.

We were standing near the other room, "politely talking." One of the hotel guests was watching our verbal exchange. After a few minutes of conversation, my nerves gave out, and I punched the staff member in the face with my right hand. Before he could fall, I grabbed him and threw him down the stairs to the floor below. The person who was watching the argument wasn't surprised by what happened, but he was very surprised when he saw my face. In that instant, he ran straight at me. I pushed him away with my foot, and he fell. After that, I ran into my room, and that person got up and chased after me. I frantically opened the door and just as frantically closed it. But I didn't feel relieved; a minute later, they started breaking down the door. The faces of large, burly men appeared in the doorway. Having no other choice, I ran to the window and broke the glass. Luckily, it was only the second floor, and the landing was soft because of the bushes growing under the window. When I got up, I immediately ran further. Looking back, I saw the person who had been chasing me looking out of the window; he didn't notice which direction I ran.

It was a sunny morning, and there weren't many people on the streets at that time. I ran to the nearest shopping mall. As I approached the steps leading down a few meters to the entrance of the mall (it was set back, as if in a recess), I saw my mistress (lol, what?). A short girl with long, black hair. She was talking on her cell phone. I quietly approached her from behind, hugged her, kissed her on the lips, and picked her up. But at that moment, I noticed (oh, the horror!) my wife and our daughter (six years old). Hurriedly putting the girl down, I pretended that I was seeing her for the first time, realizing the problem, she quickly left, and I went to the entrance of the shopping mall, where my wife and daughter were standing. Feigning sincere surprise, as if I had just noticed them and was very happy, I hugged my wife and kissed her on the cheek. Before we went into the shopping mall, I looked around, and then... I woke up.