Medieval DILF

Date: 3/14/2023

I lived in a medieval village that was in danger of an invasion from a bunch of soldiers dressed in black armour, whose allegiance or disposition or purpose no one knew, though it was rumoured they were vampires. My dream took place before the invasion, for some reason I needed to see the context in the form of visions. It took place in the early middle ages, somewhere in Western Europe, from the vibe it was most likely England. I was from an influential or important family and had just arrived at this town with my sisters. We had a guide showing us around, explaining stuff. One of my sisters was a "cripple" as they used to say. She could not walk for some reason and had to be driven around in a type of cart, which I volunteered to do. As we walked, I saw a man who looked kinda like actor Russel Crowe (Gladiator), maybe in his 30s. Kinda rugged like. The guide stopped him and showed him off to us, specifically his hair, which was cut short (fun historical fact: short hair being a common hairstyle for men was actually influenced by the Romans, an imported style which has persisted to this day). Anyway, men with short hair was something of a novelty. I was so curious I went up to the man and touched his hair, which surprised him. I kind of understood he was mainly a labourer, but also a soldier. Anyway, the man seemed familiar to me and I immediately caught feelings. We moved on. Turns out there was a recent flood in the village, some natural disaster, and the labourers (men) of the village were working hard to repair stuff. I didn't see any river or lake, so it's probably as a result of heavy rain or rapidly melting snow & ice. I walked barefoot and the water was up to my ankles, but surprisingly it was very clear, not muddy or dirty. I could clearly see the pebble stone path. We finally arrived at my family's home, which was on higher ground and thus was not flooded. The structure was strangely built into the hillside, underground, kind of like a cross between a bunker and a hobbit hole, but it had a surface building as well. I drove my sister up a ramp which was built specifically for her. Then evening came and it was time to wind down. I didn't want to stay home with my sisters, I wanted to go to the village tavern, party, and see if I could meet the short-haired DILF there. So I went there, but he wasn't there. The vibe was kinda dead because the labourers were too tired and depressed to party. I got a little drunk anyway and somehow acquired a violin and started playing some fast-paced music to get people in a good mood. This part of the dream was Hella realistic. I never played violin, but here I knew exactly what it felt like and how to do it. It was super fun and sounded good even with the mistakes of an intoxicated person. At one point I needed to pee and took a short break, went home, only to find a long queue of my sisters and other girls lining up to use the toilet and I was like hell no I'm not waiting in no queue. I turned around and thought about hiding in the bushes somewhere to pee, it was dark already anyway. Instead I went back to the tavern hoping that DILF was there, but he wasn't. I was determined to wait, I couldn't miss the chance to see him again. So I sat down at a table near the door with my violin and composed a new violin piece called "The Toilet Paper Reel" and that finally got a smile and a chuckle from the labourers. I was essentially just "jamming" and experimenting with melodies but on violin. Trying to capture both the humour and the urgency that happens when you need to per idk. Either way, even as a woman, I felt totally safe in this tavern. They were "my people" so to speak. Finally FINALLY DILF arrives. I stop playing music and turn around to see him. He doesn't notice me at first, looks at the pints and cans of beer (strangely too modern to be medieval) and asks if any of them ar mine. I joke and say "they're all mine." The joke missed him. I say maybe, yes, I don't know, can't remember, whatever. The other men leave my table. DILF sits down opposite me. We get talking, can't remember about what, but I eventually tell him I'm in love with him. As he slowly stands up to walk over to me, I'm looking at him saying "maybe it's your kind eyes, maybe it's your warm voice, or maybe it's your sexual appeal." He stops behind me and to my surprise kissed the exposed side of my neck, then crouches down next to where I'm sitting so he could talk quietly. I couldn't read his emotions, but he seemed regretful. He told me he had a wife. I told him I didn't care, that he could be with me too. He told me I was drunk and needed to go home, which I took offence at. He stood up, and I stood up after putting away my violin. And couldn't stand straight, falling straight into him. He sighed and picked me up. I was secretly hoping he'd bring me to his house or some hideout and ravish me instead of bringing me home. I woke up before I could find out, but I'm willing to bet he took me to my own home and left me with my family. DILFs man.