I hate making moral decisions, especially when I know I am in a dream and there are no consequences to my actions.
In my dream it was Shabbos afternoon. I was with a girl and the rabbi wanted us to go to a hotel. There would be no yichud (the prohibition of being alone with a woman) because I planned to leave the hotel door slightly open so that anybody can come in at any time. This was going to be a shidduch date, and in the shtus (garbage) of my dream, we were 1) going to a hotel room rather than a hotel lobby, and 2) we were going to hook up. In my heart, I liked this girl and I thought that she could be the girl I would marry.
We were sitting in my car (note that driving is not allowed on the Sabbath) and we were lost. I couldn't find the hotel. I stopped at the rabbi's house to eat a sandwich because I hadn't eaten all day and I wasn't going to eat until after Shabbos. The rabbi was leaning on the passenger seat window and he was telling us how you can pay someone who is not obligated to keep the Sabbath to carry food to the hotel for you so that you can eat. The girl said, "no, we need to go to the hotel right now. Stop eating that sandwich and let's go now!" It was 6:30pm and Shabbos ended at 8:30pm, so not eating for two more hours wasn't a big deal. But it made me sad because I knew in my heart at that point that she wasn't the one I would marry; she was selfish and she wasn't a nice person. While we were still in the car, she got behind me and rubbed her body against mine and massaged my shoulders and tried to convince me to go to the hotel now. I knew what was on her mind.
Even though I knew that we wouldn't work out, she and I had chemistry and I knew that if we went to the hotel, we would certainly hook up. So in my twisted dream-state logic, I left her somewhere and I was going to drive to the hotel and bring some food there and then meet her at the hotel to have our sexual experience. However, while walking through Price Club (I saw a steel swinging chair that one places on a couch for my dad; I also saw an opened large plastic bottle of Powerade that someone had drinken), I realized that on Shabbos you can't carry through a public domain, so there would be no way to get the food I was buying to the hotel.
I took a deep breath and sighed, "Oh well. We're really not supposed to hook up anyway. Maybe I won't even go to the hotel. This is the moral choice."
I woke up and said "Damn!" Why do I always have to choose the moral path in my dreams?!? Can't I have just a little bit of fun? After all, I can't do this sort of activity in real life; I won't. It's not halachically (per Jewish law) allowed. So why not do it in my dream where there are no consequences?? I hate how I am such a moral person, even in my dreams. Can someone explain to me why I keep Jewish laws even in my dreams? This annoys me.