Getting a Mouthful

I was on a movie set. Not working on the film, but just visiting. Catherine was working on the movie. I believe she was either the script girl, or the assistant director - probably wearing multiple hats for the smaller production.

I was sitting on the floor in a hallway lit by overhead fluorescent lighting. She stood next to me on my left.

“Are you keeping track of continuity?” I asked in a warning tone. “You’ve gotta at least keep some scratch notes of all the wardrobe changes and whatnot.”

She listened to me, but I could tell she could’ve cared less about the film.

“I always kept notes when I was recording sound,” I kept talking, trying to fill the void.

That was when she walked right up to me and literally sat on my face so that her cunt was right up against my mouth. I was really surprised and unprepared for this sudden shift in our conversation. Since I wasn’t lucid in the dream, I thought it was a real situation, so I froze.

She quickly backed away when I didn’t react in time.

“Yeah, so… I kept notes. And inevitably, the rest of the crew would end up referencing them because I was the only one keeping track of things.” I babbled on as if she hadn’t just given me a face-full of her crotch.

Then she proceeded to sit squarely over my mid-section, insistently pressing her sex against mine. I was already slouched somewhat in my sitting position.

I continued talking, not reacting, trying to be the ultimate gentleman, as she made her obvious advances on me. She didn’t say much in reply, clearly not all that interested in my words.

I was being way too damn polite and nothing happened.

The next part of the dream had me visiting my grandparents’ old house. There were strange people living there. I’ve had that dream before: unknown people occupying my grandparent’s place. No idea what it could mean.