I'm in the entrance hall of a grand theatre with a number of friends and acquaintances from waking life. It has been a couple years since I have seen one of the guys so we chat and catch up on our lives. I tell him that I have been accepted to a number of Master's programs and that Kent would be my first choice but I can't afford it so I'll be going to Cape Town. He lives in San Francisco and invites me to live there. The idea is alive with possibility and I consider it with creeping delight.
One of the performers for the night then appears and moves discreetly down a hall to the dressing rooms. She is a captivating, dark-haired women with 1950's style and class. I know in the dream that she is a stripper/burlesque dancer (a stripper in my mind but without any negative associations; a beautiful woman with grace and skill). After walking after her, somewhat open-mouthed, I regain my composure and return to my group, urging them to join me in the auditorium so that we may catch her performance.
The short journey is not easily arranged and I am left very frustrated when we eventually arrive and take up some seats near the rear of the large theatre. I am annoyed because I will not be able to see her clearly from this distance. The performance begins and the woman appears on stage in a full length, purple velvet dress. Her outfit perfectly matches the purple velvet stage curtain which hangs behind her, effectively camouflaging her figure. If I had a sense of humour at this point I would have found the situation rather tickling. Instead I was left feeling very frustrated and woke up before even a glove had been shed.