Freudian?

I had a very strange dream last night. The first thing I remember is being on rollerblades, in a library with my mother. We were getting some specific type of book that I can't remember at this point, but my mother was pissed because she suddenly had a Star Trek book in the mix and that wasn't what we were there for. So she fades out of the dream but I'm still on rollerblades in what's now a book store, instead of a library. I think they also sold pizza. But I think I worked there, and always wore the rollerblades. It was one of my first few weeks or something, because I still didn't know everyone. There was some chick who wanted me to go hang out with her friends after work. They apparently also worked there. For some reason, there was a chrisitian motivational speaker there and he was trying to motivate us. All of us were mocking him because we were all aetheists. He eventually stopped mid-sentence and left as we laughed.

Skip ahead and we're at a bar, sitting at a table. The bar is huge and empty. The original chick was trying to get me to go sit in her car, hinting heavily at having sex. I mentioned I lived with my girlfriend and the dream ended.

Am I arguing with my subconcious? I woke up wanting beer....