Wednesday, January 11, 2006

I Dreamed Last Night...

That I was in high school, but still the same age I am now. The dream started with me leaving my locker and headed to the first class. It was close to starting time and everyone was in a rush because if you weren’t sitting in your seat when the bell rang you were tardy.

The building I was actually in was my old Middle school building. As I’m walking I pass the library and there is a sign in front that reads:

Today’s Musical Country:
Argentina

And I wonder when they are going to pick a country that I like.

I rush to my classroom, grab a seat and just as I sit the bell rings.

There is a teacher’s aide at the front of the class doing roll call. The class is filled with students, some are people I went to high school with and they have aged appropriately. Some look like they should be in high school now and are strangers.

The roll call is odd because several students are missing and they come with explanations. Like I remember specifically one male was gone because he finished up last semester and quit to go elsewhere. This “student” was actually a guy who used to work for me but recently quit to go back to school full time.

During class I take off my shirt so that I am bare backed. This isn’t abnormal to the class but I start to feel awkward so I put it back on.

At some point somebody laughs at my math skill and I explain I haven’t had math class in 12 years.


Suddenly the dream shifts. I am no longer I class, but in my car driving in my apartment complex, except the complex is now enormous.

Oh and I’m completely naked.

I stop at my mailbox and check my mail, and find nothing. I’m aware that I’m naked so I’m looking around to ensure nobody is around to see me. I decide to make a dash to my apartment, but I can’t seem to remember where it is.

I started walking quickly up and down the complex looking for my apartment. Finally I decided I have walked to far and start to back track. Sure enough, I find it. However, my next door neighbor is out in the lot, blocking my way home.

I now have a short, white t-shirt on that I pull down to cover my boys. I decide it will be best to go back to my car and drive to my apartment. That way I might be able to make a short dash to my door before the neighbor sees me. That, or I can sit in my car until she goes back inside.

As I get into my car I realize there is a bag full of old clothes that I can put on.

My alarm then went off and I got up.

28 comments:

bigsip said...

Ah, yes. The old school and naked dream.

Feeling exposed somehow?

Jamison said...

Brew, you have many naked dreams. What are you hiding? Ive had 2 naked dreams in my life. One was me naked in a theatre productions. the other i cant remember

Ryan F. said...

Try dreaming you got to church and you were in nothing but your underwear. Church is the last place I want to show up naked. Funny story though.

mullinz8 said...

I can’t say that I’ve ever had a naked dream that I remember unless there was something happening that you’d want to be naked for…

I think I’ve had some high school based dreams but they are pretty uneventful really.

I had a dream last night that my mother was throwing a birthday party for me and she had brought all you chaps in and a few pals from work. She was going to be a designated driver for us all. We were all who we are now but we were different because we knew we would be needing someone to drive for us and we all knew it, we also knew that we didn’t want my mother to be that person.

On the way to the party location my mother asks me if I can do some work stuff for her before we go.

The scene changes, sans mother, and we’re on a buss with some other folks I don’t recognize. We arrive at some beach house and I’m somehow responsible for it and there is a ton of people there. Some how its all some guys fault. I know the guy but have no idea why or how.

As I’m trying to figure out why all these people are messing up this place I launch into a tirade calling this familiar stranger an Fn’ douche bag. It goes on like this for a while, me following the guy around yelling Fn’ douche bag! Just before I wake up I realized that no one calls someone a douche bag anymore and I’m proud that I’ve brought back such a stunning and disabling metaphor.

bigsip said...

"Douche bag"...good one.

I have naked dreams more often than any other dream.

Apparently, they're supposed to mean you feel exposed somehow.

But, I never feel ashamed or exposed...

I looked up the naked dream and found this explanation. Seems to work for me:

For a small percentage of you, dreaming that you are proud of your nakedness and show no embarrassment or shame, then it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature.

tnmommieof2 said...

i so wish i could remember my dreams...the only one that sticks out in my mind is one i had in high school...

my dad never let me get cereal that was in the little boxes. it had to be the huge ones...cheerios,
rice krispies...and i hated this...

one night i dreamed that these various cereal boxes grew to the size of buildings and were chasing me around trying to eat me...

Rachel said...

Found this...

"I'm Naked!"

So you are going about your normal routine - going to work, waiting for the bus, or just walking down the street when you suddenly realize that you are stark naked. Dreaming that you are completely or partially naked is very common. Nudity symbolizes a variety of things depending on your real life situation.

Becoming mortified at the realization that you are walking around naked in public, is often a reflection of your vulnerability or shamefulness. You may be hiding something and are afraid that others can nevertheless see right through you. Metaphorically clothes are a means of concealment. With clothes, you can hide your identity or be someone else. But without them, everything is hanging out for all to see. You are left without any defenses. The dream may telling you that you are trying to be something that you really are not. Or that you are fearful of being ridiculed and disgraced. If you are in a new relationship, you may have some fears or apprehension in revealing your true feelings.

Nudity also symbolizes being caught off guard. Finding yourself naked at work or in a classroom, suggests that you are unprepared for a project at work or school. You may be uninformed in making a well-formed decision. With all eyes on you, you have this fear of having some deed brought to public attention. You fear that people will see through your true self and you will be exposed as a fraud or a phony.

Many times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. This implies that your fears are unfounded; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue of nothing. On the other hand, such dreams may mean your desire (or failure) to get noticed.

For a small percentage of you, dreaming that you are proud of your nakedness and show no embarrassment or shame, then it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature.

Rachel said...

This too...

School

To dream that you are in school, signifies feelings of inadequacy and childhood insecurities that have never been resolved. It may relate to anxieties about performance and abilities. You may also be going through a "spiritual learning" experience. If you are still in school and dream about school, then it will naturally serve as a backdrop to your dream world. Alternatively, a dream that takes place in school may be a metaphor for the lessons that you are learning from your waking life.

High School

To dream about high school, refers to the bounds and friendships that you made while you were in high school. What spiritual lessons have you learned? The dream may also be telling you that you need to start preparing for the real world.

To dream that you have to repeat high school, suggests that you are doubting your accomplishments and the goals that you have already completed. You feel that you may not be measuring up to the expectation of others. The dream may occur because some recent situation may have awakened old anxieties and insecurities.

Ryan F. said...

From those last two, it sounds like Brew is ashamed of his inadequacy when he is naked.

bigsip said...

Ouch, Ryan...Brew, are you gonna take that?

Jamison said...

I dont want to lable myself as a "peaker" but I can tell you the man has nothing to be ashamed of.

Ryan F. said...

I'm not accusing the man of being tiny, although he did admit he had a "short, white t-shirt on that I pull down to cover my boys". A SHORT t-shirt mind you. Again, I kid.

bigsip said...

HAHA...Brew is just fine...I'm sure Amy could back him up, too.

mullinz8 said...

Yeah, I can hear Amy now, “ My little Matty has the cutest, wee, wiener.”

Obviously she’s going to say his is just fine. Sadly when pushed on the subject I’m sure she will continue to say it’s “just fine.” Poor Brewster and his “just fine” schlong.

bigsip said...

Geez, I didn't mean it that way!

I just meant he's not hung like a mouse...

Brew's a manly man.

mullinz8 said...

Listen here Mr. Monolith.

In the shadow of Melville’s own, they’re all mice sized.

Brewster said...

Do I really have lots of naked dreams? I don't remember any. Studies show that pretty much everyone has all kinds of dreams including naked and sex dreams, we just don't remember them because they occur in the middle of the night. I only remember the ones right before I awake and most of those I lose by the time I'm in the shower.

There are probably things I'm ashamed of and thing that make me feel exposed, but I'm sure not sharing them here! I did have a bit of an argument with a rep yesterday, a rep I tend to butt heads with. Maybe I was feeling bad over that.

And I don't need to prove my penis size here. I've got a perfectly satisfied wife who likes me just fine. Speaking of which...

bigsip said...

See? Even Brew said it's "just fine".

No worries, mate!

mullinz8 said...

Brother as long and the wife is happy with it there is nothing more that you’ll have to prove to me or anyone else.

Jamison said...

im telling you the sucker is huge...
he would sit in the dorm room with shorts and no underwear and the thing is a firemans hose when LIMP!

Dont take his humility as an assumption that it is small. I think he beats sip and I hands down

bigsip said...

He probably does...

mullinz8 said...

I would like to think that I could come to this site and escape the homoerotic suggestions and sights of my everyday work experience.

Can we talk about puppies or something?

bigsip said...

Are you trying to say that Brew's hung like a puppy?

At least we know he can do it doggy style...

Jamison said...

G-ROSS!!!


Flowers... puppies... powderpuff football, etc...

mullinz8 said...

Powderpuff football..? Are we talking about college sorority, full contact intramural football? Yeah I like the sound of that.

The quarterback steps to the rear of the center and places her hand on the bent small of her protectors back. Her warm breath appears in the frigid air as her eyes scan the imposing wall of Valkyrie’s before her. Placing her strong hands snuggly between the upper thigh of her raven haired, dewy sweat drenched teammate the quarterback shouts to change the play. In an instant armor protected women adjust their positions to render the defense obsolete. With a second call the oblong tightly skilled ball is forcibly placed into the field generals hands. Shapely feminine forms collide and clash against each other creating a writhing mass of flesh pulsating to subdue and conquer their opposites. Dropping back tufts of shimming blond hair fall as piercing blue eyes spy an open receiver willing to capture her prize. As the ball flies free an impact or dangerous force sends the quarterback to the ground panting to catch her breath as a Grecian form of muscular perfection slides atop her body pressing her firmly into the ground.

Forty yards away a sprinting form nimbly plucks the projectile from the air and clutches it to her sheilded, supple breasts. The length of her legs burning with each step her whole body is focused on the single objective of chasing her victory and feeling the congratulatory embrace of her teammates. As her heaving strides bring the realization closer, closer, closer and closer she realizes her quest could be at an end.

From behind two hands lurch around her torso grabbing and groping to find a secure hold. Already losing their grip greedy digits scour the runner’s taut body. Peeling from the shoulders, sliding down breasts, searching for something hidden across the stomach until one of the prying hands lands on an arm and the other above adjacent the knee. With unknown strength the gridiron goddess bursts forward thrusting her limbs in wild directions to break the heavy bonds of her colossal grappling pursuer. In an instant the union is severed leaving one moments from the rapture of applause and soul filling adulation of success and the other in a quivering berated mass.

In the flash of a millions light bulbs an exhausted and burning body is lifted to the Heavens atop the filthy, bloody hands of her team. Wafted across the field on the cautiously caressing hands this wide receiver is lowered to the confident embrace of her quarterback. Breathing is exchanged for the pressure of bodies undulating in celebration, the entangling of Medusa like embraces and breathy, sweat laden kisses of women we are sharing a glee like none other.

mullinz8 said...

Gentlemen I’m sure, that as in days of yore, you’ll know that I did score with all these women, isn’t it obvious that I was symbolically representing as the football.

tnmommieof2 said...

hubby why aren't you making us tons of money as a romance novelist?????? you seem to really have the knack for it... although it was unbeknownst to me....

bigsip said...

He lacks the stamina...