My subconscious has a sense of humor...
...or is just very sexist.
This morning the setting of my dream was something of an MMORPG battle ground. The meleers were charging the front lines while I was with the spellcasters in the back. We had typical video game statures and typical video game clothes - low-necked thin dresses with slits up both sides of the skirt all the way to the hips. We were deciding what kind of sexy poses to strike while the others were fighting. Then from the building behind us, panthers emerged to attack us - spawn point I guess. We entered the building to protect our back lines and were pretty overwhelmed - we had no tanks. Then some guy I play frisbee with showed up in bright red briefs (perhaps we were in his apartment building, even though it looked more like a mall) and we decided to wake the rest of the men for some help. One of the ladies I fought with picked up a microphone and sang a song that seemed to please the men we woke up to fight for us, so we decided to sing another one. She picked "Summer Nights" from Grease and we started to sing when I realized I didn't know most of the lyrics. At that point, my alarm rang and I woke up, so I had that song stuck in my head all morning. I still don't really know the lyrics.
This morning the setting of my dream was something of an MMORPG battle ground. The meleers were charging the front lines while I was with the spellcasters in the back. We had typical video game statures and typical video game clothes - low-necked thin dresses with slits up both sides of the skirt all the way to the hips. We were deciding what kind of sexy poses to strike while the others were fighting. Then from the building behind us, panthers emerged to attack us - spawn point I guess. We entered the building to protect our back lines and were pretty overwhelmed - we had no tanks. Then some guy I play frisbee with showed up in bright red briefs (perhaps we were in his apartment building, even though it looked more like a mall) and we decided to wake the rest of the men for some help. One of the ladies I fought with picked up a microphone and sang a song that seemed to please the men we woke up to fight for us, so we decided to sing another one. She picked "Summer Nights" from Grease and we started to sing when I realized I didn't know most of the lyrics. At that point, my alarm rang and I woke up, so I had that song stuck in my head all morning. I still don't really know the lyrics.