Date: 6/11/2020
By Machman
I am in an English holiday resort BnB. The room I am staying in is on an upper floor with a narrow staircase leading to it. I walk in to the room and it is clear to me that it has been broken into and ransacked whilst I was gone. Ladies underwear is strewn all over the place. It also looks like different pairs of ladys' pantyhose that's right (PANTYHOSE) have been used to tie door knobs and drawer handles together. I remember one particular pair of ladys' PANTYHOSE are a mad space boot silver colour. It then becomes apparent that these all belong to my ex wife and she was the one staying with me. Why in the name of Christ I would want to go away anywhere with that woman again for any length of time (there was a lot of underwear and ladys' PANTYHOSE around the place so it was definitely a long stay) is beyond me. I go out the room to fetch her and tell her what has happened. We return to the room together. In typical fashion for my ex missus, she goes into drama queen mode and starts picking up all the strewn underwear. I tell her not to as we need to report this and get the police involved. But in typical fashion for my ex missus she is not listening to me. I leave the room again and go down the stairs to the reception area, the kitchen area is round the back. A sexy English woman comes out from there and she is topless. She has lovely dark skin, dark hair and pert knockers. I tell her what happened but she only feins interest and I quickly leave the scene. I am then outside with a couple of mates and we are walking down a hill on a road. We are being followed by some other guys who are looking for trouble. I don't know if these guys were anything to do with my room being broken into or I've left that part of the dream behind me but I do know these guys want to "talk" with me. The two mates I am with (didn't recognise them as people I know in real life) are concerned and would rather get away. I reassure my mates it's me these other guys are after. We quickly turn a corner and wait next to a telephone box. (One of those old classic British red telephone boxes that Americans buy little models of in Heathrow Airport). I am ready to take these guys on but I want to take a look at them first just to make sure that I haven't bitten off more than I can chew. They don't appear though as I am quickly back at another BnB or hotel room type place. It is different from the last one and more modern looking. There is another woman in the room with me. She is definitely from 🏴 as her accent is definitely not one from my part of the World (🏴). She is very attractive but I don't think we are together. I think she wants us to be though as she is scouring the internet looking for places that we can go away to together. I am reticent to give my approval as something is holding me back. Probably my girlfriend or wife in the dream who I don't want to do the dirty on. I am such an 😇. Why I am in a hotel room with a sexy lass from 🏴 I do not know. But hey I haven't shagged her (yet) I don't think! I obviously would have liked to as I am only human after all. 😈 The next thing I remember is being back in the original BnB in the hallway or stairway. There is a man on a ladder painting a hat. Like a straw boater. The inside of the hat has been painted yellow and he is painting the outside green. He seems to be paying particular attention to making sure that the green and yellow paint do not mix with each other. I ask him what he is doing as that is my hat.