Naked In My Dreams Again

I was naked in my dream last night. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dream where I’ve had no clothes on. I used to have them a lot. Now, for quite some time I haven’t had any.

But, my naked dreams are not like what most people say they have. In my dreams, I’m not shamefully standing unclothed on a large stage in front of an entire audience. Instead, I’m usually blissfully nude in a small group of people that I know.

These are not erotic dreams either. I don’t dream of getting it on with a hot coworker or having orgies. Usually, I’m going about my daily business. I’m just not wearing clothes as I do so.

I feel that this morning’s dream is a good sign. I equate the nudity in my dreams with self-confidence and openness. Therefore, I interpret this dream to mean that I am comfortable in my vulnerability. It means I’m better than I was thought I was.

They say if you think you are crazy you aren’t. I wonder about the status of all mental health issues. If you recognize your issue, do you really have that issue? For a while, I’ve wondered about my mental health because I’ve been feeling too good.

It’s like that feeling of waiting for the other shoe to fall. Because everything is going great you know the bad news is still coming. It’s hard to enjoy the good things anticipating the bad thing still to come.

Events happened that should have ripped me apart. Instead, I find myself invigorated. I feel unbound, like an animal who was caged too long in a zoo. And that freedom showed itself in the dream.

It’s good to be naked in my dreams. It means that even though I am vulnerable, I’m not afraid or ashamed.