Never Trust Rich Folk (July 19th, 2007)

Since I seem to be very forgetful these last two nights, I'll tell you about a dream I had quite a few years ago. It's special because it's the only dream I've been able to remember over some time. The other old dreams I've posted I've only been able to remember because I've saved them and been able to read them again. They're as if totally erased from my head.
So. I'm in this house, or rather a manor. And there seems to be a classy party going on, you know, a rich people sort of party. With tuxedos, glittering dresses and champagne glasses. And it's quite late in the evening, 'cause it's dark outside.
And I'm trying to find my way out of the house. And it's a really big house, with oh so many hallways and parlours and rooms... There are rich folk spread out in every one of these rooms. They're sitting talking, standing talking, having drinks or moving about.
And I seem quite desperate to get out, and I think that makes you more trusting. So the men and women say, as I go about, things like "come here, I'll help you find your way out", as if there's nothing to be afraid of. And as I go closer, they lay their hands just above my knee, and there comes a really sharp pain there.
When I dream pain, I physically feel it. I don't know if the pain is really there, or if it's a reaction that my dreaming mind creates, but it sure is there. And it hurts like hell most times.
And so I'd move away from this person, but soon after another one would come over and say the same thing, "come here, I'll show you your way out". And it would happen over and over again. And these rich people would all gather 'round and laugh when I screamed with pain.
So. What's the moral here? Never trust rich folk?