Dreamt that I've gone for an outing.. sans pants. What?
I got out of the car and realized my attire was incomplete. Just a t-shirt and no pants.
I don't know why I didn't go back into the car, instead I kept pulling on my t shirt to cover some virtues and walked on in a market place full of people.
Then, some film actress was living in my house or was it a hostel room? She was aghast at the grandeur of some university that we were walking in, and didn't know where to wash clothes. I told her to put them in a washing machine. She started crying and asked me to hold her. I was majorly uncomfortable doing any of that.
We walked into my friends room where everyone was hidden under the beds and when I pulled out a person he turned out to be my cousin, whom I've had no contact in for over a decade.
Strange dreams, in fact they were stranger as I recollected them in the morning. Most of them seem to have fizzled out.
And now..aha! I'm at the bank. So fun!
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