Dream About Showers And Comedy

I tried to shower in multiple places in an unfamiliar house full of people that appeared to be friends but not with me. When I showered the first time, the tub overflowed with soap, and I somehow washed clothes in the shower without meaning to, and I kept getting distracted and leaving the bathroom though I knew it was imperative I shower. The bathroom and house were really nice, but they looked like a movie set and were unfamiliar. Next I remember trying to do something on my laptop, but it started glitching and being uncontrollable, and I thought it was being hacked. Screenshots were taken by the hacker. I realized it was actually my old laptop, from several years ago, inexplicably sitting atop my current laptop and being very disconcerted that I had grabbed the old one. In several showers I tried to sing Mariah Carey’s Emotions but since I couldn’t get any of the showers to make sense I also couldn’t sing clearly. I struggled to find a shower in the basement of the home, through friendly laughing groups of people (I had fallen asleep watching a comedy show). A couple times the necessary room disappeared or was blocked unintentionally behind a couch by the group. When I got in there, there was no door so I pulled down a screen and pulled some translucent blue curtains across for privacy. The shower was a water saver shower made from just a water bottle and a hose hooked up in a small rolling storage rack/dresser. It was an unexpected but crafty device. My shower would be limited but that was fine, the issue was when I turned the water on and the upside down water bottle started draining (which looked like a repurposed vegetable oil bottle), the shower head only drilled a bit and there was no tub or curtain or anything anywhere. I would just be showering on carpet. I thought of laying my jacket down just to have more of a surface, but I’m not sure I did that. I remember running to and from a couple points in the room, naked from the waist down and wearing only my jacket, and I didn’t want to a couple comedians within eyesight to see me. One of them was their son or something, he looked too young to be there, maybe 14. I really didn’t want him to see me naked but he did a couple times and made jokes about it to the adults present, I just moved on. It was awful. Next I remember being near Abi, a woman in my program who I find attractive. She was helping me open an object or do some sort of activity outside near a picnic table on a sunny day. Just before this I was sitting with Simon on a couch in the dark, a room barely lit and only with electronic blues, and we were making out and I was recalling my real life memory of him squeezing my breasts and calling them cute. Our kisses were nice but a bit off, we weren’t quite facing each other, and overall that part of the dream felt dark yet pleasant, a mix I didn’t really want to be present for or revisit. Anyway, back to Abi. Abi was wearing an orange construction vest and was inexplicably burly and hairy, like a man. I was confused by this but not turned off, but also not turned on per se. It was just weird. She sat down on a bench, perhaps at my request, and I second-guessed getting on her lap but elected to do it. I said something sexy and she was bearing her teeth. I started grinding on her and she began sucking on my neck, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I made sure my breasts touched hers because I was excited to see that part of her, and her stomach. I wonder if I even moaned out loud, I recall moaning in the dream. I was so into this, into her. I woke up back in that bedroom with the strange shelved shower device, in the basement of the comedians’ team house, and I heard piano chords thumping. I made out one of the comedians faces outside a (newly appeared) bedroom door, she was fuzzy through the glass and had a quiet, serious expression but not upset or off-putting. I notice her in compilations of this comedy group because she’s one of the most understated cast members, and I happen to think she’s pretty, and I wonder what that work environment was like for her when she wasn’t a favorite or heavily featured in compilations by fans. Anyway I was listening to these thudding piano chords and just making out her fence through fuzzy glass when I woke up, and realized the piano chords were from the sound of my heartbeat against the pillow. I just had a mini dream after writing this where I saw a psychic who said “if you think there’s a big thing, it’s bigger than you” and I agreed.