Some almost half a year ago, I wrote a story about being naked in my dreams, usually in a public place. That’s where you realise that you’re naked, and you find yourself embarraced for the fact of being naked. I’ve developed some form of in-dreamth resitance to it, it does not work in all cases, but sometiems I just behave like ‘am I naked? Well, okay, that happens.’
In this dream, I was attending some kind of a private concerto for some celebrity, we had some tens of people there. At some point I realised I’m naked, and I’d prefer to be dressed. Simultaneously, I realised I’m getting bored there, at that concerto. So I went shopping for some clothes.
Upon recalling that dream just now, I found it being funny. It’s like some invisible force pushes me into this situation yet again, and I react this way. By not staying naked by not minding it, and not being embarraced, but rather ‘okay, I’m bored here already, so that might be a good idea to go buy some clothes then.’
If life gives you lemons …
If you found yourself naked and you’d rather prefer to be dressed, well, it’s possible to go get yourself some clothes then. It might be an interesting thing to do, after all. Probably even more interesting than whatever you were doing.