Lumenia

I'm standing in a large hotel room. It must be a suite because there's multiple rooms. I'm in the center of the sitting room, maybe. I'm wearing jeans, but I'm not wearing a shirt or bra and I'm not ashamed or trying to cover myself up in any way. A man is standing behind me, touching and examining my back. He asks me what I want to be done about it. I tell him that if there's anything he thinks he can do, to please do it. I then start telling him about how I got my tattoo. And I tell him about how it looks nothing like the art I originally wanted, that my dad completely fucked up and did a horrible job. He hummed in agreement and said that he was sure he could fix it. He then walked to stand in front of me and said that we should get started. I smiled and nodded happily. The man smiled back.

I'm standing in my Grandma's kitchen in front of the fridge. There's a large pot on the stove with a lid on it. Something is cooking. I move a few steps and stand directly in front of the pot. I grasp the lid and lift it to see what is cooking. It's a big pot of chili beans. I'm sure my Grandma is making it. I lean in a bit closer to smell the food. It smells delicious. I then lean back and put the lid back on. I back up more and begin to turn around but a males' chest stops me from moving any further. I look up and see his face. It's Brendon Urie. He smiles really big and laughs. He asks me what I'm doing. I didn't say anything, just stared at his face. He smiles bigger and pushes his face into my neck, smelling my skin. I jump a little and ask him what he's doing. He just laughs again and says never mind. He pulls me closer and leads me into a slow dance across the small kitchen. He never stops smiling.