It was strange. I was in India with an old fling from Germany, whom I'll call Klaus (not his real name). I was at some sort of strange resort and the dream opened with me swimming with an Indian and us happily discussing the end of the cycle of rebirth in Hinduism. I then had to go inside and I was afraid my hair was a mess. What's even stranger was that my hair was long and stringy, and in reality it's short. I was afraid Klaus would see my hair, so I tried to hurry to my room to tidy it up. Evidently, though, he had struck up a friendship with the singer Sting, who happened to also be there. Klaus had arranged for Sting to wash an outfit for me with his own load of laundry. I was happy to meet Sting, but I was in a hurry to fix my hair. As sting stopped the dryer and tried to pull out my clothes, several pairs of women's panties fell onto the floor. He gave me a light apology and explained he was also doing some of his wife's laundry. I thought nothing of it and raced to get back
2007-01-30
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