Dreaming

I am getting ready for an event – maybe a party or a dinner – in London. I put on a satin green dress. My body is slim, and I look really good. I’m wondering what I could wear with it to keep me warm; I don’t think I have anything suitable, but I find a silver cardigan which, although it won’t look quite right, is better than nothing. I slip it on, and it looks quite different to how I thought it would. It works really well with the dress. The jacket is bolero style and is silver with a red band around the bottom of it. It ends around my ribcage, just under my breasts. I have on silver shoes and am ready to go.

I am waiting to be picked up by Esme. She arrives with two men, but I see she has on her gym clothes. I feel angry because she has put in no effort, whereas I’ve put in loads; I now feel overdressed compared to her. I’m unsure if I’m dressed inappropriately or if she is, but I go dressed as I am anyway.