Short (not actually short but still breif when compared to the actual dream) version: i took a really weird self defense class, the instructor and I flirted pretty innocently, all aborted innuendo and shy glances while we were sparring (somehow??) I got him in a weird hold after he pinned me that somehow meant I won, but realistically just made me look like an upside-down frog. Suddenly I'm not wearing a shirt? He's very polite and doesn't look; the girl who has been in the tiny fighting room the whole time hands me a shirt with the gym's logo on it. When we leave, we're in a weird store? K is looking at MTG cards and Instructor Guy, who only now introduces himself as Chris, goes to look at them and attempt to meet K. K quietly confirms that he'd be into Chris (a small miracle because K is incredibly picky IRL and we don't always agree on the attractiveness of potential partners) They end up talking about fighting styles and K tells Chris that "I could take you, I'm faster" but in a really non- competitive way. K uses randomly found objects to illustrate various weapon techniques, and out of nowhere my friend Alex is there wielding like, tubes to demonstrate a thing and her and Chris spar in the aisles. Then Chris is walking me to his car to give me a ride home, we walk to his house that is right across the street from my mom's and one building over from @cobrilee Someone is giving out samples of lube and there are dozens of people walking around. We get to Chris's place and sit down, and he reveals that he's actually @clotpolesonly somehow (idek, it made literally zero sense)? Then we play poker with suddenly materialized friends and they apparently know all about me because Chris has been talking about me. (Dream time jump? Idk) I explain polyamory to the group and emphasize the possibilities with zero subtlety. I give him a kiss on the cheek and feel super weird about it because @numbersgamesandchaos isn't there with us, but K randomly sends me a thumbs up emoji like he knew what was going on. So basically I have no idea what is wrong with my subconscious, but it really wants K and I to have a boyfriend.
