Minor fandango

This situation was clearly signalled in a dream I had last night, or early this morning. It was another of those 'realm breach' dreams- like the famous 'Oxford Bullingdon' dream from recently. In this particular case I was back on one of the Crusader holidays I used to attend for a couple of weeks during the summer as a kid: Christian events, with plenty of wholesome activities laid on in a pleasant semi-rural setting somewhere. In the dream I was 'camping' (or sleeping in sleeping bags) in a large dormitory room in a group of about fifteen, amongst whose number was a breathakingly beautiful Carissa C. Tom was present- in the background but definitely part of the group; and the intense sexual chemistry between myself and Carissa was causing me great concern. Eventually it got to the stage where I had to act; and for about three or four intensely pleasurable strokes, Carissa and I were making love inside my sleeping bag. It was probably the shag of my life, and to wrench myself away from her due to the skulking figure of TM was an awful disappointment. There was another woman in the dream- the 'mad blogger' woman who you know about- and I compensated for the loss of Carissa, to some extent, by hitting on her... becoming more and more aware as I did so that the energy in the room was turning very hostile towards me. (A very common theme in my dreams.) Threats of a dark nature were issued, and I knew I would be leaving the camp in the morning, that I couldn't spend another night there.