The Mister and I were talking about the common-to-everyone dream where you realize you are naked in front of everyone. Apparently, how you react in the dream is an indicator of your character and personality. “I’ve had the dream a few times,” The Mister said proudly, “I’m standing off to the edge of a stage about to get up to make a speech and I realize that I’m naked. I think, “Well, this isn’t ideal. Too bad for all these people,” and I go on with my speech.” Obviously, The Mister is task oriented and not too worried about what people think of him. The important thing is getting the job done, and doing it with competence. (although, showing up to a public event without clothing seems a bit incompetent to me, but for the sake of argument and all that…)
“I haven’t had a dream like that,” I said. “I can’t remember having that dream so I don’t know how I react in it.”
Is it a sign of a weak mind to be so open to suggestion? Since having this conversation with The Mister, I’ve had this dream twice, but with a bit of a desert twist.
Dream #1 – I am in a grocery store when I realize that I’m not wearing a scarf NOR pants. I’m wearing a tshirt and cotton unders (I hate the word ‘panties’) I tried to pull the tshirt down as much as possible and walk with my back turned towards the shelves as I chide myself, “You’ve been so careful so far. So diligent in not showing your hair. Now look at you! You are showing your hair AND your butt. How careless. How very careless.” I continued gathering all the things on my list as I worked my way through the store to the changing rooms in the back where I could change into appropriate attire. All the while, I’m berating myself for my carelessness getting me into an avoidable situation.
Dream #2 – I was at a friend’s house visiting and leave without putting my covering on. I don’t notice that anything is amiss until I feel a strange sensation. The wind is going through my hair and I feel it’s delightful touch on the back of my neck. For a moment, I thrill at this whispy caress when the realization strikes me, “I’m out in public without a scarf on!” I run back to my friend’s house and steal one of her coverings because I can’t find mine. I vow to return it. Again, I berate myself for my carelessness, “You’ve been so diligent up to this point and now you’ve ruined everything!”
Apparently, I worry very much about what other people think of me and I’m quite concerned about screwing up my diligently developed reputation.
The wind in my hair and on the back of my neck was nice, though. Almost worth it.