It’s rather rarely I could remember my dream. It tends to perish within minutes after I wake up. Now that I can recall, guess writing it down wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration.
I was lying on the bed, there were three of us.
I, my female friend, and a priest.
I forgot what we’re doing back then but then I got so sexually aroused.
And then we stopped, because I and my friend sort of having appointment to attend.
A meeting with another friend.
But I texted the priest, “Do you have other things to do? Mind if I stay with you?”
He replied so nicely that I decided to stay.
My friend fully aware of my intention, said nothing and proceeded going to the house of my other friend
I waited until we (I and the priest) have the moment of two but then there came bunch of guess: a nuclear family consists of a dad, a mom, and two kids. I didn’t know the spouse but those two kids are the sisters of my other female friend. And she was there, too, but apparently not the child of the spouse.
They were having a talk with the priest and by turn borrowing his bathroom to take a bath
They were dressing for some kind of party or invitation they were obligated to attend
And there was an incredibly massive boy who’s having a liposuction and then dropped his sack of fat in the room.
And then left.
I waited and I waited and I waited until we have a moment of two. But people came and went, entering the room turn by turn
So I decided to tell him, despite we were not alone at that moment: there was a girl sitting on the bed.
Before that, I texted my bf: asking the permission for being promiscuous.
And then I told the priest,
“You realise I don’t have any feeling for you, don’t you? I’m just curious of you.”
He seemed neither shocked nor irritated. He asked me to sit on the chair, facing him. He put his hands on the table, making a gesture like a prayer, though his eyes were staring at me.
“Do you know what Sarasvati’s been going through before she acquired the title ‘Goddess of Knowledge’?”
I shook my head.
“She swam by the sea, obligated to seek for A*(SA(Hjkajhsdka when she found………….”
And right at that moment I immersed into the water, swimming between field of algae,
seeking for something,
And I found some sort of fabric that was hardened due to being damped by salty water (?).
On it there was a writing:
“Sex is just a blanket…………………….”
There was other sentence that followed but I couldn’t recall.
All I can remember is that it made me feel ashamed, terribly terribly bad of my former intention.
And I was forgiven.
Didn’t know anything about Sarasvati besides her being Goddess of Knowledge. Found out that she’s well associated with water and river just now.