Brunchien Plott's Japanese Daughter

Date: 10/24/2020

This was a weird one. But I will explain it as best I can. I am sitting in a car. It's not my car. It's a sports convertible and the roof is up but the windows are down. Three "girls" then enter the scene. I say girls but I mean young ladies. However they were behaving like girls. Playful, flirtatious. They were climbing over my car and on the bonnet (hood to all you Americans out there). I then recognise one of them. It's a woman I worked with 25 years ago in Tokyo. I can only remember her first name, Soko. I used to call her Solo-chan. Japanese use the "chan" suffix for children and "san" for adults. But, if I remember correctly, using "chan" for adults is sometimes done affectionately. Not necessarily in a romantic sense (as this lady was about to get married) but playfully affectionate, a dear friend. Anyway back to the dream. I wanted these 3 "girls" off my car so I make a noise like an adult would to a young child to be playful. Pretending to be a monster or whatever. That only makes the girls laugh and they start to make fun of me. They start making noises too as part of their ritual. They are still being quite flirtatious though in an "aggressive" way. The scene changes and I am in what looks like a hotel corridor on ground level. I am leaving out a fire exit. I then spot an older gentleman (mid to late 60s, very well groomed) wearing what looks like a cross between a smoking jacket and a house coat. Something Noël Coward might have been seen wearing. He tells me that his wife is not around but she will be back at 4pm. I tell him that I probably won't be able to meet his wife as I have to go to the airport to get a flight back home. It is apparent to me that he is German by his accent but his English is perfect. I then turn to leave out the fire exit again then turn back to him and ask him his name. He tells me it is Brunchien (pronounced "Broon-she-enn") Plott. As far as I am aware there is no such name as Brunchien although you never know with all these mad names parents come up with for their kids these days. Google it 🙂 I stick out my hand and try to think of something to say in German but can only say "Herr Plott". He shakes my hand and I leave. I am then at a swimming pool which, at first, is outside in the evening at a very swanky private residence. A race is about to take place. Soko, from earlier, is there. She is at the top end of the pool to the right as I faced it. She is getting ready for the race. It turns out she is Brunchien Plott's daughter. Her mother (Brunchien's wife obviously) is helping her prepare for the race. I want to take part in the race but it starts before I can get to the starting blocks. However after the race starts other swimmers just jump in and it becomes a bit of a free for all. Next thing I know I am in the pool and I am swimming across it as the swim race contestants come towards me. But there are many people just milling about. As I swim to the side edge of the pool I bump into one of the racers. It turns out to be a girl I once went to primary school with and haven't seen since we were both 11 or 12, Karen Ward. The dream ended (or what I remember of how it ended) with some sexual imagery. I think Karen was naked bottom half and was on all 4s just like she would be if she was being taken doggy style. I do think about what it would be like to do her but it gets all vague and I think some other guy ends up mounting her 😁