I dreamt I was with Lauren and David Shipworth, my new colleague at the university and a very pleasant man. Tall and trim, he is a handsome man, too. The atmosphere was jocular. Lounging around a dinner table, we appeared to have been friends for ever. Lauren was naked under her waist. She was getting ever more visibly aroused as our banter became ever more explicitly sexual. By and by, she started rolling her pelvis and moaning. Her eyes closed, she complained of an itch inside her vagina. I remember seeing her thrust her crotch in David’s direction. Her ginger pubic hair protruded under her T-shirt. Undeterred by Lauren’s behavior, he bent down to better see her crotch. I remember getting up and asking her at some point whether she wanted David or me to relieve her of her itch. At that moment, I was prepared to leave the room and let him have her. David did not show any inclination toward leaving the room, though. She did not respond to my question, but I could tell she wanted him. She moaned ever more loudly. The itch was becoming unbearable. I remember that he started to unbuckle his belt, but when I came around the table to come closer to her, he urged me forward with his left hand, suggesting that I should go first. I woke up before I reached her.