"Whispers of Shadows: A Retreat from Chaos and Desire"

I dreamt of a large social setting, with thousands within. Every now and again me and the main characters of the dream would retreat to a separate area where there was my sister's trailer. The trailer had plumbing problems, and my sister's boyfriend was not present, but it was a fact that they were still dating, maybe he passed through in the background of the dream. I only briefly saw my sister, but we spoke. There was a faucet left running two separate times, I remember seeing it through the trailer window from the outside. I left it on one of the times on accident, and it was my sister who said something to me. The trailer was a yellow-ish setting. In a separate part of the dream, there were 2 men, one a professor of mine, and the other a friend who has a crush on me. Here and again we were in the large setting amid thousands. We sat at seats like an auditorium, with occasionally one of use going off for refreshments or something. In a setting change, there was me and the 2 men in a room, it looked like my mother's hair studio. I was sitting at the chair about to get my hair washed and cut by the professor and my friend was sitting nearby in the studio.The studio is not very big, and it is a bright room, mostly white and empty. As the professor is getting the shears ready, I am laying back in the chair with my knees bent and feet propped on the chair by my bum. I was wearing short grey shorts, so my legs were bare. I remember wondering why I had such short and informal shorts on, and tugging on them to be lower while he walks by, staring head on. I close my eyes and lay back, but I feel his eyes on me. He is staring from beside me through my legs at my ass. Then I sat up and he pretended to act coy. I said, "really?" and he said "What, can you blame me?" I walked out of the room enraged and upset. I left and there was a scene transition to the auditorium, and I am with the friend who has a crush on me. I think there was another random friend who brought by supplies briefly, I remember looking at them framed in a nearby doorway, and I think my sister is with her. When I remember her, I imagine my real friend Zahrah, whose birthday I celebrated a night ago. She is confident, and my sister likes her. There was another part of the dream where we were side by side laying on our bellies and having a chat with lollipops, at a higher part of the auditorium. But now it is just me and the friend with a crush. It is quiet, as I am angry and embarrassed. We are silent as we wait for mass to begin. The auditorium is 3 tiered. We are on the second tier. For whatever reason, the professor comes by and says he will return. I at some point have a lollipop in my mouth that I forget about. While he is gone, I decide to escape the location to get away from him, from them both. I mumble that I am going somewhere, and leave. I'm later in a different room, above where I was before, with a snack bag. It's like a cry-room almost, and I am alone in this dark ish setting. The auditorium is mostly a dark wine-red, including the room I am in now. I can see below through a window, and feel a little guilty leaving before mass began as I ponder opening the bag. I realize I have a lollipop in my mouth as I am weighing my options, and understand that my fast before mass was already ruined. I then use this as my decision to leave the auditorium altogether, and leave the snack, tossing the lollipop in the trash. I am feeling mostly disgusted by what had happened in the hair studio, somewhat in disbelief. I am later wandering through the streets of a city that resembles Portland, which is a city I like. The walls are colorful with graffiti and the auditorium is in the distance. I am trying to run from the professor by walking quickly through the streets. There's a yoga studio to my right that catches my eye, as I approach it I see a class going on through the window. It is dusk, so the street lights are lit against a periwinkle sky. The yoga studio is lit, and it glows white around the large window and the walls within are white. There is a large mirror along one wall. It is a familiar room to me in real life, maybe like the YMCA I used to attend daily. There is a woman inside, framed by the window in the center. I feel as if I am watching her meditate through a two way mirror, as she is faced directly toward the window I am standing at. She is seated criss-cross on the floor with her eyes closed and hands folded in prayer position at her heart. She has long, dark hair and toasted caramel brown skin, she looks Indian. There is also a tall, lanky man finishing a sun salutation behind and to her left, and he has a lighter skin tone and dreads in a messy bun with a beard. He says something to her as he exits the studio with his rolled yoga mat in arm. She said something back without changing her pose. I remember wishing I was more like the woman, I admired something about her. I craved her experience. Also further in the studio background was an Indian woman in a traditional red and purple sari and hair in a bun, she was with her children and they were chatting and smiling, standing and sitting, one child in a stroller. I remember what I was doing and continue walking, looking around if the professor had followed, hoping he hadn't. He was not around. Then I wake up.