I dreamed that I went traveling around Europe in a minibus with my sister and dad. First we were in Norway, then we made it all the way to Munich in Germany.
There I went for a walk (for some reason in a suit jacket), and reached the outskirts, where there is already nature. The elements were raging right then, and I was blown into the floodwaters, where with some difficulty I grabbed onto the bank and scrambled out. Checked for a bus, but it turned out it was a 45-minute brisk walk away (5.1km), at least according to Google Maps. Figured there was no way I'd make it in time.
In the end, I found myself by some two-story private mansion, where a huge word "What?" stood, as tall as a person. Not a fantasy, but a completely real sculpture like that.
"What? Where? When?" — Stirlitz guessed. Somehow I ended up inside, where there was a fair amount of very young people, around 18-20 years old. Maybe even younger, but Facebook will ban me if I write that. Why — you'll understand from the subsequent events.
Started chatting, and I found out that the letters "What?" belong to the Lithuanian "ChGK" team, which is visiting the local one. Asked why the bus is so rare. They replied that everyone is sick with Covid, there aren't enough drivers. Interestingly, just today there is news that our UDGM will be working less because everyone got sick. My subconscious is simply materializing what's floating in the air (pun intended). The ChGK guys offered to give me a ride in a car, but I was afraid they were drunk or stoned — that was indirectly obvious.
Curious that all the participants are so young, and lots of girls — I thought. Anyway, I got acquainted, started chatting, and soon hit it off with one maiden. Word for word, and here we are making out. The expression is idiomatic and sounds weird, but it just means passionate and deep kisses and hugs. I don't know the Russian equivalent.
I won't describe the further events in detail, I'll just say that the dream was more erotically emotional than pornographic. After passionate lovemaking, we lounged around and discussed all sorts of things (pillow talk, again I don't know the equivalent). It turned out that the morals among the ChGK folks are loose, all sorts of polyamory and swinging are flourishing. That's probably why I so easily found myself in the arms of the sweet maiden. I suggested to her that I'd fly over to visit again, and I think she sincerely said "yes".
I woke up in a sentimental and romantic mood, and it was a real pity that I wouldn't see the girl again.
