I was in a dodgy not particularly salubrious hotel in Liverpool and I had to share a room.....and a double bed...with three others, one of whom was a well known female sports presenter! She was obsessed with pornography and had loads of well thumbed books wrapped up with elastic bands which she wanted the rest of us to look at. One of the other two was a plumber but I have no idea about the final one.
The plan was definitely some sort of orgy later that night!
I didn't seem too worried about this prospect but I know what I really wanted was for my husband to let me join him in his room.
He, however, was very cool towards me and when I saw him passing he didn't even give me a glance. I asked him if I could join him and he just shrugged and said he wasn't that keen at the moment so would leave me where I was.
This broke my heart and I had to stay with the others as we all looked at these scruffy battered books of pornography!
The dream didn't go as far as the actual orgy but overall it was an emotional dream rather than one of surreal and bizarre events. It left me feeling unwanted, unloved and rejected. Not nice! :-(
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