Vivid
I don't normally remember my dreams and certainly not vivid ones so this deserves a share.
I was in a crowded movie theater with my girls, waiting on an important phone call from a lesbian woman who had designs on me. I suppose I felt it an important call because I found her interesting although I intended dissuading any personal overtures.
The girls were bent on creating costumes to be sewn later. The opening credits hadn't begun.
To the left of us the wall slid open like a patio door. There were several Middle Eastern men with weapons aimed at everyone. All the women stood up to protest but I held my girls back. Women should avert their eyes, lower their voices and be subservient. Do as I say and get on your knees and keep your head down this might be our only means of survival.
~d~
