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I dreamed that we (for the usual, real-world values of "we") had gone to a--well, I don't know whether to call it a party, a club, or a convention. The place had a design aesthetic very like Paddles, with dark walls and reddish lighting and lots of hidden spaces and levels you didn't realize were there; but it was much, much larger. There was helpful kink furniture around, but unlike Paddles it was also an open sex zone, huzzah. Much of the dream involved just looking around and seeing what was there...which details, naturally, I didn't recall on waking...but I remember

naudia on a stair landing in an extremely brief cloth-of-silver bikini thing, tethered by a long chain to the pipe-style railing and dancing for all she was worth; I remember having the clothes cut off me by someone, I don't know who; I remember having what I can only describe as a catch-me-if-you-can style game with (I presume the same) someone, with all the excitement that the chase gives me... the rest is pretty well lost to the pesky waking up thing, (though I do know the boys were there and involved) except the very end. At some point,

dariodevil had texted me because, surprise, he was late, and couldn't find where we were. So I headed downstairs, and then I was in the rest of the event/thing, and a selection of our non-kink friends were sitting around a table playing, erm, it might have been Magic: the Crack Addiction; I'm not sure. There were some weird shenanigans having to do with re-parking the car so we wouldn't get a ticket, and then I woke up.