I was going to do some fashion thing i assume in another country. I was in a huge airport, it had an arcade, hotel, and food court. i got lost, i was in the arcade area and i ended up asking where to go. at this point they started boarding and calling out the planes. i was told to go right but i still couldn't find my way. i was at the main part of the airport with a few other girls who were also lost. the girls got into a car and i got in another with a man in it, he was behind me rubbing his crotch on my ass. the seats were open in the back so my ass was out.
i arrived at a building where all my clothes were. i got inside to tell them i didn't make it to the plane, i was disappointed with myself. i started looking at the clothes all around me, i was also the only plus size person doing fashion there.
i ended up going back to the airport, specifically i was in the arcade part. this man walked up to me, a more attractive lil huddy. he was flirting with me, i kept blushing and walking.

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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.