A Dream

I had a dream last night, set only at night, in a very modernistic home that had been converted into either a law firm or some dual purpose - investigative and law perhaps. There was a pool, and most of the lighting, at least on the exterior, was purple and orange. 

Although most of the people there were whole-cloth creations of my mind, the lot of them had the feel of the cast of RENO 911. We were having an employee pot luck, and there was a great commotion about it between some co-workers who didn't trust the cleanliness of the other's kitchen. 

Real-life secretary Vanessa was there too, bringing a dish from Peru, and Eladio, an investigator I know, who was angry about something and left the event to stay in his office. 

At some point we were outside, eating at a long patio table, right outside some French doors. It was still the night. At the table were two attorneys. Both were dressed in suits, long trench coats, and fedoras. All of their clothing - ALL of it - was both hand crocheted and in bright, seventies colors more suited to a movie pimp. They did not work with us, but were instead there to negotiate over a shared meal. 

And that's all I remember.