dreamtime

this happened this morning: was sitting in a pub-like setting (background was indistinct, but there were others in the background, it was enclosed, lit brightly, & had a congenial feel) on pew seating. a female friend (never distinct) & i were setting together, a bench table, & then a male seated opposite on another pew/bench.  the male was defined, & was someone i knew of well, as did many others (i knew his name, was surprised to see him, & thrilled, but as i was woken early in the a.m., my memory of his name is gone).  his conversation was very earnest & sincere. he needed to see my areola, it was most urgent, as this would tell him how to fit the ______(memory blanks out here, it was a specific article, that i thought ludicrous as it didn't seem to matter the size of my areola to be fitted for this specific item).  i imagined lifting my shirt, wondering how he could tell the size accurately through a lacy bra cup). laughing with my friend, i decided i would do as he asked, just for a lark, even though i thought he must be joking. when i turned back to him, ready to lift my shirt, his face was turned away, someone else had caught his attention, & i was momentarily taken aback--thought i had missed this opportunity....then i woke up.  jaw is a little stiff with night-tension this a.m.