Dream Series: the Film Festival
In my dream I'd gone to the international film festival not wearing any pants. That part was okay because it was nice weather. But there was air conditioning in the theater and I kind of wished I'd worn them after all.
Then I realized my glasses were in my pants pocket, and I couldn't see the screen. I wanted to tell Rhonda we'd have to sit real close to the screen, but I couldn't find her. I walked around amidst the seats but I couldn't possibly see anyone without my glasses, and could only hope Rhonda would call out "here I am" but it never happened.
So I stood out in the lobby without my pants and half blind not knowing what to do. Slowly I became very unhappy and had the feeling I would never see Rhonda again.
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