![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Weirdest dream...
The vocalists were at some medieval retreat with a lot of grass (no costumes, just like a workshop or something, except I onlty remember the free time), and I was having... not fun, but a normal time, until among the tiny rooms with their ancient carved dresser-drawers, B (but not really the same B) asked, and phrased it extremely inoffensive way, if I would be with him. I was pretty surprised, and I don't remember what happened next, but I think the next day I gave him his answer. We were standing on some green, and, in front of everybody, I grabbed around his waist and spilled his drink and pulled him down and had a Hollywood moment of friendly chaste wrestling. He was delighted, and everybody laughed. Then suddenly nobody was there, and it went through a montage of stereotypical idyllic scenes... quasi-skipping down a gravel road under trees, lying on the grass in the sunset, falling asleep in the hall being held... except I woke up from that one and he wasn't there. I went to the dinner I knew was happening and everybody was all dressed up. He had a green satin girls' shirt, oddly enough. I sat down in front of him and had dinner and there was a comment and I woke up.
The first thing I missed was the tactile contact, but I was a little relieved it hadn't actually happened.
The vocalists were at some medieval retreat with a lot of grass (no costumes, just like a workshop or something, except I onlty remember the free time), and I was having... not fun, but a normal time, until among the tiny rooms with their ancient carved dresser-drawers, B (but not really the same B) asked, and phrased it extremely inoffensive way, if I would be with him. I was pretty surprised, and I don't remember what happened next, but I think the next day I gave him his answer. We were standing on some green, and, in front of everybody, I grabbed around his waist and spilled his drink and pulled him down and had a Hollywood moment of friendly chaste wrestling. He was delighted, and everybody laughed. Then suddenly nobody was there, and it went through a montage of stereotypical idyllic scenes... quasi-skipping down a gravel road under trees, lying on the grass in the sunset, falling asleep in the hall being held... except I woke up from that one and he wasn't there. I went to the dinner I knew was happening and everybody was all dressed up. He had a green satin girls' shirt, oddly enough. I sat down in front of him and had dinner and there was a comment and I woke up.
The first thing I missed was the tactile contact, but I was a little relieved it hadn't actually happened.