Well! I had quite an interesting, and even mildly homoerotic, dream last night! And I'm pretty sure I know exactly what it inspired it, too.
In yesterday's mail, I received (already!) material about renewing my subscription to the Pennsylvania Ballet for the 2014-15 season. So, last night, I dreamed I was out drinking, as is my wont on a Saturday night (
), and I ran into two dancers from the company. There is a basis in reality here, too, as I have, on occasion met some of the guys from the company at my usual watering hole. However, on those occasions, they were never dressed to dance, as were the two in my dream, in white t-shirts, gray tights, and white slippers!
One disappeared shortly thereafter, but the other hung around, being something of a tease, I suppose, and I remember that at one point we were both seated (on bar stools, I presume), and I was massaging his feet!
In the dream I could see this young fellow's face, but I didn't recognize it as the face of anybody who is actually in the PA Ballet.
What a dirty old man I'm becoming, at least in my dreams!