Desperation dream.... Long confused story warning!!

[Loo-Loo]

Hooray, I actually had a dream which included desperate women last night. In fact at times I seemed to be in charge of the filming, but it made very little sense as is usual with dreams.

Every now and again, I have these really long and lucid dreams in great detail.

A woman knocked on the door which was answered by a rather large and stern East European lady (sorry if this is insulting to East Europeans but my dreams are full of unlikely stereotypes). The visitor seemed very shy and asked if she could possibly use the bathroom as she could find no public ones. The E. European lady said nothing but stepped back by the door and beckoned the visitor inside.

The visitor was full of thanks, and I presume was assuming she would be led to the bathroom door, but the door they entered was a large room with several piles of brightly coloured clothes on a table. When the visitor started saying "I need the bathroom" and pee-dancing, the large woman began talking rather rapidly in a foreign language. The strange thing is that in my dream, I immediately recognised it as Serbian even though I cannot speak a word of that language. She pointed to one of the clothes piles and then the visitor, and so the visitor felt obliged to pick them up and follow the host through another door which then suddenly changed to outside in the garden.

There were a row of pretty women dressed in the kind of uniform worn in fast food restaurants, but rather more revealing and very short hemlines. They were standing to attention as best they could but one or two were beginning to fidget a little, and beside each woman was a table with large bottles full of coloured fluid.

The large woman who seemed to be in charge shouted something in a foreign language and the first of the other women removed her uniform, which was yellow - and replaced it with a red one from the pile then drank the contents of the red bottle and stood still again. The other women then copied exactly what she had done. Meanwhile, the desperate visitor was crossing and uncrossing her legs and I presume wondering what the **** was going on and how much longer before she was shown to the toilet.

In my dream, I suddenly realised that this was some kind of elaborate holding contest and the women were having to work through all the coloured drinks and change into matching coloured clothing. I was just thinking "woohoo!, this is my lucky day" when I woke up.

I was so angry at finding myself in bed in the dark, that I tried my best to go back to sleep and keep the dream going, but that never works.

Completely unsuitable for a B2B movie I'm afraid, and I dont really know why I have shared it with you, but at least it helps to cushion the blow of not being able to see how the dream might have progressed. Maybe you can make it up for yourselves?

[Bound2Burst]

Actually, Loo Loo, not entirely unfilmable. I rather like it actually. Perhaps when I arrange another multi-model shoot, I will realize your dream for you, or as close to it as I can get. I think it could be tremendous fun.

[Titus_MacFlush]

Loo-loo, 'at is astonishin', laddie. an' whit medication might ye be takin'? Ur was it single malt?

[Loo-Loo]

Aye. The Macallan fer me.

Hic !