You’re not the only one.
I have a rare ability. When in a dream that I don’t want to be in, I often can tell myself, “This is a stupid dream. You don’t have to keep dreaming this. Just wake up”. And I do. I wake up. Usually.
Waking myself up is the easy part; the hard thing to do is to realize it’s actually just a dream. And there are two dreams in which I never seem to realize it’s all my imagination. 1) I’m back in high school or college and I’m about to graduate, then I realize I was scheduled for a class that I forgot about and never went to, meaning I can’t graduate on time. 2) I’m naked in public.
Of course, the classic “naked in public” dream is quite popular among the general population. Supposedly the dream means the person feels vulnerable and may be afraid that everyone will see that person for their true self.
Do I feel vulnerable? Do I feel afraid everyone will see me for my true self?
I guess if anyone might feel vulnerable it could be me, since I’ve been journaling my life on the Internet for five years now (first on MySpace, then on facebook, now on here). That’s a vulnerable situation. I could unintentionally offend a reader, or embarrass myself by exposing too much about my personal life. But as far as I know, I am indeed exposing my true self to people. If not, this whole website is a sham.
A whole website which generally 400 to 500 people a day visit. If all my writings are written from the perspective of a person I wished I was, instead of who I really am, then I am impressed. Because that means I am talented enough to write daily from a created character’s narrative perspective, not my own. Like the plot of Fight Club, or the dumbed-down version: Secret Window.
While it’s easy to feel frantic in a “naked in public” dream, it’s also easy to laugh once you wake up. Because from a logical point of view, like many dreams, the chances of the events of the dream ever happening are so impractical that they’re basically impossible.
The question I never asked myself in the naked in public dream is, most importantly, “how did I lose my clothes anyway?”
Often I am at my old elementary school (as a grown 29 year-old man). Conveniently, no one else seems to care that I am naked, covering myself with whatever random object I can pick up off the ground. And that’s supposed to mean that I don’t care about people seeing me for who I really am, including all my personalities. That must be true, since I’ve written about that exact topic before in The Personality Pyramid, which is currently my 10th most popular post of the 310 on this site.
Seriously, it’s not easy to lose your close in a public place, and then have no one notice or care. When I have these dreams, I’m not victim of violence. I just simply flat out lost my clothes in public.
But I imagine that in real life if I ever took off my clothes (or they just took themselves off) in public, and couldn’t find new ones, I would gladly settle for one of those barrels with straps to go over my shoulders. I always thought those looked cool. The problem is, I only see them in caricatures or cartoons.
If I wanted to buy a wearable barrel with shoulder straps, where would I begin?
If I could get a barrel or normal clothes when naked in public, I would settle for a long black trench coat. Because I would already be creepy for being irresponsible enough to lose my clothes in public, I might as play the full part. Then I could only expose myself to people who deserved it:
People talking loudly in public on their Blue Tooths.