I remembered another dream last night and, of course, if I remembered it, then it must be a trans-dream.
I am in a room getting ready to attend a formal event. The room is not my home, but a bedroom in someone's home or in a classy hotel suite.
I remember exactly what I was planning to wear: a champagne colored babydoll cocktail dress.
I finish doing my makeup and start getting dressed, but I can't find my underwear. I am sure I packed it. In fact, I remember exactly where I packed it, but it isn't there. I search high and low without success. I keep looking everywhere, then the dream fades away.
Another fabulous modest outfit, thank you very much Stacy...
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