Adventures with my best friend Theresa are always fun, and this one began in the bathroom of a movie theater. When we left Theresa was driving down a familiar home town road. We stopped at an old two story stone house that we knew in the dream, but it doesn't exist in real life as far as I know, maybe it did, once. Anyways, it had just sold and we pulled around back and went in. We descended a long spiral staircase, it looked more like a lighthouse inside. When we got to the bottom it was like an old mill. There were a couple of white guys working there. I met the new owner, too, a young black man. Then, we had to go to work. Once there I was changing into my new uniform in a locker room. The underwear looked like something out of Tudor England and exposed my ass. There was also a dark haired man at work, he might've been our boss, not sure.
