I was watching from the eyes of this girl, three college age girls in a bedroom. There was a king sized bed, and they climbed onto it. One girl started to take her pants off, and the other girl did too and the girl I was in felt obligated to go along, for whatever reason, trying to fit in. One of them noticed the large mirror at the foot of the bed and said “here we go!” and became enamored of watching herself strip in front of the mirror. Then there was noise down the hallway, and when I looked back, I was me, with C and W in my cousin’s room at my aunt’s house.
They were confused about their location, and their partial dressedness, and there was shouting down the hallway, so C hurried to redress and went down the hall. The door hadn’t been closed but there was a cushion covering part of the opening. W laughed about being pantless, but I got under the blankets because I was entirely naked. My clothes were in a pile at the side of the bed, and I went to put my shirt on.
Before I had gotten my shirt on, however, a man in his 40s came into the room. He was very tall, with long dark brown hair that fell in waves, and he had a moustache and goatee. His eyes were dark (I’d recognize him if I saw him again) and he was dressed in black. He stood up very straight and became very perturbed when he saw my bare shoulders sticking out from under the blankets, which I hugged up to my chin. “What are you doing in here?!” he demanded, and W said “What are you yelling about? It’s cold in here.”
He stomped down the hall and I heard him shout “they’re doing something down there!” I tried in vain to hook the bra but I just got my shirt on over it. It was a grey shirt I have. I didn’t have a chance to get my pants, so I lowered the blanket over the side of the bed to cover them on the floor. W was also still under the blanket and without pants too. In came my mom and C’s mom with C in front of them, talking loudly as though to give us a warning.
I was like “mom, who is that guy?” and she rolled her eyes, sighed, and said “Duncan.” I asked if she knew him, and she said “From a long, long time ago.” It seemed like they’d gone to high school together. Then she mentioned that he was a horrible man, but he was going to be initiated into a Swami order tomorrow.
I said “What?! Swami?” but it was very loud with conversation and C’s mom and C and W were laughing about some party they had to host later, for which they were going to dress up. C’s mom kept pointing at the clock and chastising W because it was now 10:58 pm and was supposed to go to this party and wake up at 8 am for work the next day.
W managed to get dressed under the blankets and got out of the bed to go change for the party. C’s mom was laughing about their choice of costume, and I tried to sneak my leg down to my pants to bring them up to me so I could put them on, although I suspected they wouldn’t fit either. W and C came back in the room wearing their costumes, which looked like a dark toga of sorts with red taffeta sticking up around the neck. Somehow it looked all right on C but not on W. They had to leave, and I didn’t want to go out of the room because Duncan was in the kitchen.
At any rate, I woke up and typed this down. Then the ninja came into the room half-singing “You gotta put your paaaaaaaants on” over and over, while I looked at him like “uh… that’s what my dream was about…” and told him about it.
Since I’ve been studying the 2012 and ascension stuff again the synchronicities are numerous daily. I’d like to start interpreting dreams again, but I don’t know what the pantslessness was about. I guess I didn’t mention that there was somehow guilt—not self guilt, but knowing that other people would automatically assume I was guilty—about finding myself naked in a room with two half-dressed people even though nothing sexual had occurred after we switched from college co-eds to people I know.
Especially strange was Duncan and his initiation to the swami order.
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