I remember being at some house party and a lot of people from my high school. I even joked that it was like a mini-reunion.
The house was big and had a first floor and basement. I remember a lot of people being drunk including this one girl from high school. We were getting food from a table and I was thinking how I hate the way my bra was fitting with the dress I was wearing and the girl drunkenly looked at my boobs and said that I could lose the bra and still rock that dress.
So I took off the bra and the dress really did fit well. In the mirror, I LOVED that dress! I was more toned and the dress was this nice, fitted lavender get up.
However, later, I noticed that I should put the bra back on because the dress was showing my nipples way too much. So the rest of the dream was about finding a restroom or private room to put the bra back on.
While this whole thing was happening, I remember people playing card and board games. Upstairs, there was a time when two guys were putting things in lockers, conveniently by the front door. I thought one of the guys was the original Charlie* (which I shall call “Charlie-Alpha”), but all I saw was the back of his head.
I almost said hi, but turned and walked away. Part of me wondered, “Don’t you wanna go back and, at least, see his face – to see if it was him and if he has changed much?” But I didn’t.
I remember a time I was trying to get downstairs, but I had to go over a moving treadmill. I actually ran for a short time on the treadmill without shoes and tripped. I fell in a weird way downstairs, but I landed safely at the bottom as if I jumped backward. I almost landed on some girl holding a drink and I was like, “That was not how I was planning to get down here, but oh, well!”
I walked around the basement, but could not find a bathroom. Some guy was on the floor and he said some kind of trivia fact, but I can’t remember it now.
I went back upstairs and through a long path. At the top of the stairs, near the treadmill, a woman was playing a card game with her son. There was a conference room a little past them with some guy on a stool as if he was on watch. There was a group of people meeting in the room.
I remember the woman making a gesture, then the watch guy motioned to the leader of the group. When the leader saw me, he stared at me, frustrated, as if I wasn’t supposed to know about this group. The group got up and left the room.