Naked Dream

So I had a naked dream last night.

No, not the kind that you're thinking.

One of those where you're not happy about being naked. I had these a lot in high school and college, where I'd be at work or in the dining hall and be aware that I was in only my birthday suit, and realize that everyone else knew too. So what would I do? Just pretend that it wasn't happening. My naked dream logic is that if I act like it's not a big deal and I'm not worried about it, everyone else will too. Strange, I know. But it always works. With dream-people, that is. They're pretty gullible, those neural creations of mine..

Half the time I realize that I'm in a dream when I have weirdo ones. Of course, when I don't realize it, they're still super vivid and realistic and when I wake up I am shocked that it was, in fact, a dream. Over the years I've gotten better at my dream-behavior once I realize that I'm asleep.

Just about a year ago I had a dream where I worked in a hospital (I did work in the cardiology department of VCU several years back, so it wasn't much of a stretch) and crazy dreamish things were happening, and when I finally realized that my surroundings were totally fiction, I looked at my imaginary dream friend, sitting across the table and asked her with a smirk, "So, how does it feel to be a dream person?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she started to think about the question. I suppose she hadn't gotten the memo.

More recently, I had an apocalyptic dream with T in it where there was some crazy violent political takeover happening (WW2 style), and we were being herded off to some type of holding place, and I looked at T eventually, realization dawning upon me, and said something along the lines of this not being our life, and this totally having to be a dream. So we just hung out until I woke up.

Anticlimactic, I know. Like many things. We won't go into the crazier dreams, where I start karmic life/death sequences that will go on for all of eternity or I fly swinging through treetops, or when I work in a top-secret government underground laboratory and get shot in the neck and have to hold my head on. We also won't talk about the ones where I exorcise houses in a time loop and dissolve demons with my bare hands, but they happen. Oh yes, they do.

But, as usual, I've digressed.

Last night's dream had me in the shower, trying in peace to shave my armpits while the room went from a bathroom to a living room with a steady stream of people filing in, to, on the other side, a Chipotle restaurant (I think). Either way the shower curtains were in segments rather than one complete sheet so everyone could see in, and people working in the Chipotle assembly line were whispering about it. One of the characters from Weeds (which T and I watched before bed) was looking through from the other side, as if I were bothering her with my minding-my-own-business-showeringness. Not a very nice person in my dream, that girl...(it was Quinn, in case you're wondering...)

As I often do in these dream situations, I pretended like I didn't notice my lack of shower privacy, and went on to pick up the razor after the first aborted attempt at shaving, noticing that it now had like 9 blades rather than the usual 2 or 3. Strange, yep. But I acted as if it were normal, as I mentally tried to figure out how not to cut off my arm accidentally (and no dream nicks are reported at this time).

So there you go.

What in the world could this mean?

Oh, probably something about revealing myself and my life to the world in my blogs and in various other places online (which T and I have differing opinions on - he's more of a private person, but as you can see, I am not), and about my worries about A Luminous Life's success (which I'm sure is normal among new business owners), not to mention about the strangeness that will be involved in the awesome exciting new thing that I'm still holding out on blogging about (not gonna share it yet, waiting for the perfect time cause it's a big deal), and that's probably about it.

I don't know what the razor means....but I came out unbloodied so I'm still thinking that I'm all good with that one...

How did the dream end?
My alarm went off.
And no, I didn't cut myself shaving in the shower this morning. And we have doors, not curtains on our shower so I'm good there too.
(as far as I know the closest Chipotle is at least 3 miles away as well, which is a relief...)

Happy hump day!

Today's whiteboard quote:
"And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
~Anais Nin
(I really love that one. I think it'll end up on my wall.)