This dream has been viewed 3901 times.My friend Rich had called me and told me he wanted to take me out, he implied it was like a date. When I went to meet him, there was a woman with him, who had a video camera. Rich said she was filming a documentary about him, but I also got the impression that they knew each other quite well. We walked for a while, until we came to a petrol station. Rich led us behind the carwash, where there was a bank of grass, and the three of us sat down. There were a load of women - I think they were page 3 girls and topless models - in front of us, and they were all messing around and play fighting with their tops off. I asked Rich why he'd brought me to see this, but he wouldn't answer me because he was just drooling over the women. Eventually I managed to get him to say something, I can't remember what it was but it was something pretty nasty because I started crying, and called him a c*nt, then I stormed off in tears. He didn't even attempt to stop me, just stayed watching, and that made me cry even more.
I ran through the town, and the woman with the camera had followed me. I think she was talking to Rich via some kind of radio or walkie-talkie, because I could hear her speaking to him, but I knew he'd stayed watching the women. She was saying to him that she couldn't tell if I was crying for real or if I was faking it to get a reaction. Even though I was genuinely crying, I felt like I had to make more of a show of it so that they'd believe me. I eventually lost them by going through the door of my house, and as soon as I shut the door, I started worrying about the fact the camera had been behind me while I was running, and I knew my backside would look huge.
After I calmed down, I went upstairs. There were a load of workmen in my bathroom trying to fix a problem with the plumbing. They said that my friend Mark had called them, and he was supposed to be supervising them, but he'd been called away on a branch visit with work, so he'd asked me to keep an eye on things.
I went into my bedroom, and there was a woman I hate standing there, named Tracey. In the dream, she was my mum, but I knew she wasn't my real mum, and I knew that we had this rivalry going on. I'd borrowed one of her belts, but it didn't look right with my outfit. I found another belt - it was sparkly and stretchy with a butterfly clasp, and when I put it on I noticed that I could do it up really tight and it made me look really thin. I knew that Tracey had been desperate to impress the workmen in the next room, but I knew that I looked great in my new belt, so I went into the bathroom to make them like me more than her. I had absolutely no interest in them - they were all middle aged, balding fat men - I just wanted to make Tracey feel bad. They all seemed to like the outfit, but then they said they were finished with the plumbing. I turned on the tap, but it didn't work, so I asked them to fix it before they went. One of the plumbers said they'd already done a whole day's work for free, so they wouldn't help me, and they all left.
Additional Comments:This is really weird - I've had a dream before where Rich took me to the same petrol station (one which I've never seen in real life), and where he ended up drooling over a load of topless models. The other dream was a few months back, but I can't work out the connection between this garage and topless women!