Nude Awakening

I awoke from a dream where I walked across a parking lot nude. People often say they dream of being naked, ashamed and having everyone stare at them, but it’s a dream I’ve never had—until last night.

I wondered what this could mean for me, taking a moment and recollecting on Jung’s thoughts on the subject with something along the lines of being stripped away from our personas and showing our true selves. In a world of masking and fears of judgment, I can easily see why one would associate such a dream with fear or embarrassment. Oddly enough, I felt neither. This brings me to ponder if I’ve experienced a victory in moving past those worries in my waking life.

In this dream, I sashayed across the parking lot after meeting my mother and helping her pump gas—peculiar place & pose, I know. In the latter part of this dream,I lightly robed and I found myself shoulder to shoulder in a crowd of commerce and market-like wonder, with the prospect of a haircut. I stumbled upon two salon chairs and two men talking between them. I walked up and asked them if I could get a haircut from either of them, and they both giggled and said they only cut hair for Dungeons and Dragons parties. I said, "Well, I just need a trim..." They told me I didn’t need one at all. We all laughed, and I woke.

I couldn’t dare begin to know exactly what that could mean. But I do plan to reflect on it for a while and circle back. Perhaps it will reveal its meaning to me in some way or another, and I’ll say, "Ah-ha, there it is. An 'Epiphany,' if you will."

Funny how those work, right? Moments of realization. To be absolutely aware of something in a snap.

Mental clarity, imagine that. The world is so busy, which I think causes the mind to mimic the pace. Except it manifests in racing thoughts with a flux of ranging emotions. What a balancing act we play. Am I already circling back? Maybe only those who play the roles get a cut…and perhaps none of it means anything at all.