I had the naked dream last night. You know the one-you show up to your everyday life but you forgot to wear clothes.
In this particular one, I was in some sort of competition on stage (a spelling bee?). I was also vaguely aware of the fact that I was a counselor at summer camp.
I have these semi-regularly but always with one distinct difference from the textbook example.
I am ALWAYS in a towel, never naked.
I really appreciate that even in my subconscious, worst case scenario imaginings, my modesty and body shame creeps in to provide a modicum of decency. In terry cloth form.