OK... Seriously, I just woke up from a dream where I was walking around butt ass naked!
Now, isn't elementary school the place where those sort of dreams are supposed to die? I guess that's a HUGE NO! But whats worse, is that I was running around the VA hospital naked. A naked in a hospital... really?!
I blame this Blog idea already.
I was naked and EARLY for my therapist's appointment. Early. Me? Is that even possible? However early, that I was, didn't matter. Because I check in and the lady at the desk completely disregards my pale--needs a tan, but goes to gym--body and hands me some papers and telling me to come back a little later for my appointment or to just sit down.
So, hungry, I left. Upon returning however, I was late. Now why was I late? Because I had effectively stopped and talked to people at the burger joint, where I walked naked through the drive-through and ordered a burger. Why was no one in my dream disturbed by my nudity?!
Does anyone know what that means in dream interpretation? What does it mean when no one cares that your naked??
Anyhow, I wound up late to the appointment by ten minutes. The lady at the desk plugged the dude that was after me, who was also early for his appointment, into my time slot. And disconnectedly told me that I'd have to reschedule. And I was freaking out. I needed to see my therapist. There is shit I need to unload.
I don't really know that I should be blaming the blog, but I am. I am blaming the fact that I am now non-stop thinking about what I need to work on and apparently from my dream, I need to work on being responsible. I am now thinking that I really do show up late for things because I want everyone I meet to have a great day--even if I am naked.
But, if I am to be more productive, I really wonder if my spontaneous nature requires some level of restraint. Arrrgh. Did I just say that? Do I really need to restrain my self from spontaneity to beable to see my therapist among other things?
So dear readers. What should I do? Do I stop the addiction to meet and greet people? Does that make me naked? Do I even need clothes? Who knows.
But stay tuned. My brain is processing this while I go to make some breakfast.