In which my expectations are inverted

I was part of a space ship crew, but we were in a ye olde western whorehouse (please to note I watched the Firefly DVDs for the first time a few weeks ago). The place was also kind of like a slave auction. The guy who was running it was having a special: "Buy 6 whores, get the 7th one free." The captain of my ship wanted me to pick out 7 ladies, but then the head whore told me they wouldn't to want to go with me, and it seemed they had choice in the matter so I was going to have to convince them. There was some undercurrent of something going on between the madame and the pimp but I didn't understand what it was. I thought we were probably being scammed though.

The next thing I know, I run into this girl L that I went to high school with. She lived in the ye olde town, but then it turned out that all the ye olde-ness was government imposed and that there was a period of time, after the original ye olde times, when everything was industrialized and "modern" but not modern like shiny slick spacecrafty. Everything in that time was referred to by numbers instead of names, like all the streets and everything, and that is what everyone was nostalgic for. People resented the forced structure of towns with names, and wood buildings, etc. They wanted their steel walls and cinderblocks, so they built a whole secret underground city that was like that, and everyone loved it and would pretend to go home to their houses every night but really they would go to the city and back to something like the life they had before.

L took me there... I remember we were walking to her car in a parking lot that looked like a normal parking lot and she was saying the number-names of streets in this giddy whisper because she was so happy that that was real and the town above was the fake, but then others were shushing her in case government agents overheard. We went underground and it was crazy. It was not at all hyper-sterile... there was rust and water but everything was made of metal, sort of like a subway station and so many people streaming thourgh the streets, going to clubs, going home.

I ran into my friend T from childhood, who grew up around the corner from me. She was carrying her infant son in her arms and I told her I only remembered ever living in the house in our neighborhood, and I didn't know that was fake. She told me we lived in a city like this but above ground and that they (the government) brainwashed me into remembering single family houses and yard and streets wth word names.