Bad Ddreaq 230 -- Playing and/or Playing

In my dream, I am sitting on a rug on the floor of what feels like someone's house.  There's a gathering taking place at some distance from where I'm sitting -- and I'm retiring from that group.   As I do so often, I just want to get away from the buzz of conversation -- light, pleasant, superficial chitchat.  

I have a deck of cards and I plan to play a couple of games of solitaire before figuring out what to do next.  I really don't want to join the babble of conversation over there, but can't think of anything else to do. 

I start to lay out the cards for my first solitaire game, when a "friend" stops by to chitchat.  Oh boy.  I know this guy somewhat and am not that fond of him but he occasionally tries to chat me up.  Since he sees me trying to play a card game, he takes it on himself to start blathering on about cards and card games.  He has in his possession, several playing cards that I recognize as coming from my pack.  And since many/most card games require all 52 cards to play, his current holding of several of the cards from my deck wrecks my chance of playing my game.  

Someone else shows up, and the two of them begin chattering away in a conversation about playing cards -- a conversation that would allow me in but is concerning nothing in which I'm interested.  But I do remember something else that I could/should get involved with.  I gotta go.   

I leave my spot and walk a short distance down what feels like a hallway. I enter a large open room where there are a considerable number of people moving about, getting ready to put on a play.  (Fussing with costumes, applying makeup, and so forth.)  There's a nice feeling of excitement in all the preparations and I feel I'm an important part of it.  That is, I have a role to play in the performance.  Not necessarily the lead, but an important role nonetheless.  This may be a Shakespeare play, given the costumes that people are wearing, and I'm wearing black tights.  

Two young women approach me with my "tunic" or shirt or whatever.  It's white and seems to be made of a light cotton.  There's some image on the front that I don't quite get a good look at.  The two young women are amused -- they I should be concerned that my nipples might get aroused and visible through the shirt material.  

I'm okay with their amusement.  And I wake up.