My friends having sex!

A few nights ago, I dreamt of my friend Jamie and my friend Tyler. Tyler is in a relationship, in real life, with a girl named Sarah. But in my dream, I was hanging out with the two of them in this super nice hotel. I have no idea where we were, but we were all dressed really nice.
I get the feeling, though, that I was there working on something. Like, I looked nice, but I was on the clock. Kind of the feeling I get when I’m working for Tiger Woods in Vegas.
Anyway, we’re all in a room, for some reason, and I sloooowly start getting the hint…that my friends totally want to get it on. And I’m trying to figure out how best to leave the room without it being awkward. Then, they ask me to borrow a condom, so I take my leave to go on a quest to the hotel lobby.
End of dream! I never made it back to give them the condom, but I’m sure they used the pull-out method, in my unimagined imagination.
I should keep my dreams to myself sometimes, I think.