It starts off in a classroom that looks like detention hall. If you've never seen it, it's a very dull, large classroom space with many student desks and no windows. However, in this dream it did not seem to be high school, and it had something like tin sheets added to the walls. Grey and Silver were a common theme throughout the room, except the few people in there, who were in fact in natural colors.
I'm sitting in one of the student desks on the left side of the room, near the exit. There are a few papers on my desk; they look like forms to fill out. However, I cannot read the text, it's just a blur. That signifies that those papers are not significant. As I look around the room, about two rows right of me and a few desks up is what seems to be a beautiful, tall, young brunette lady, right at my age. She is wearing a white cotton tube top and blue jeans. The shoes are a blur, but the clothes were very vivid, indicating significance. There are two others in the room, off to the far right, both males filling out forms. They seem to have red and blue clothes on, but they are blurs as well. I don't know what shirt I'm wearing, but I have blue jeans on, and my regular Nike shoes.
The young lady looks over at me as if to start a conversation, and she does. Every movement she makes is sexy about her. I can no longer recall her face, but I know that it had not been anyone I had ever seen before. I came up with the theory that she was a composition of girls I had seen such as porn and friends I know. Maybe some beach babe that walked by me once. Different parts from different people in the face. Her body was gorgeous, a diamond in the rough. Her breasts were the highlight, as well as her mid-drift, bearing her beautiful light/medium tanned skin. The breasts were all a man could ask for. Maybe a large B cup or medium/large C cup. She wasn't wearing a bra, either. Who would with a tube top? It's tacky! If she was, it was strapless.
As she started talking to me in a very sexy voice, I was in a different mood than I usually am. This mood I would call Mr. Cool. I was sly, sarcastic, and sexy all at the same time. I shot her down at first, but she didn't listen. She moved over to the desk in front of me. She was apparently desperate to get to know me, so I started talking to her as well. Each smart-ass comment we fired at each other would become yet another turn-on for each of us. I don't know what was said in the conversation until the very end of it.
We had already become good friends from what I could tell, and she really enjoyed talking to me. By this time we are holding hands for some oddball reason. Then, she gives me a piece of paper with an address on it, but I cannot read it. She tells me to meet her there on Thursday. I didn't even know what this day was! Anyway, right after she says that, that part just cuts off, like it was a scene in a movie.