I had another nightmare-type dream last night that I was sure I was going to remember, but unfortunately I went back to sleep and it's been eclipsed with what I dreamed later.
In this later dream, I was back in school (high school?), and I was wearing a shortish plaid Catholic-schoolgirl type skirt. {It was actually a skirt I really had about ten years ago, and in reality it was a really nice wool skirt.} I don't remember much about the school scenario except that I had a turquoise velvet coat which I might or might not have had on the whole time (this becomes important later). We only had a couple of hours of classes because it was a holiday, and so around 11:00 I decided to go to the local art museum. It turned out to be more of a community center than anything else, with lots of people there that you wouldn't normally picture in an art museum--in fact, I don't remember seeing any art once I got inside, although they had a fair amount of children's play equipment. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but when I got inside all I could see were several homeless-looking men (just hanging out), so I started to leave, but an older woman (also just hanging out) called to me from the back that it was a unisex bathroom, and to come on in. I had taken my coat off and happened to look in the mirror; and I saw to my extreme alarm that in the bright sunshine my lavender underwear (and everything else) was showing right through the now-extremely-transparent skirt. Of course I found this highly disturbing, so I asked a couple of younger girls if they also could see through it--and sure enough, they could. This was really mortifying, and I tried to remember if I had taken the turquoise coat off when I was at school. At that point I noticed some familiar-looking clothes hanging neatly from pegs in the bathroom and realized that they were from a load of laundry I had put in the wash at the museum/community center a week earlier and forgotten about (they also apparently had laundry facilities!).
That was pretty much the end of the dream, except for a snippet where a three-year-old boy dashed between my legs to get to his cubbyhole. I'm sure that's extremely Freudian, but I'm not dwelling on it.
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It's amazing to me how even though I've obviously never had a dream quite like this, the general themes seem so familiar--especially things like clothes miraculously showing up because you'd "forgotten them earlier."
I love the final paragraph the most. It's probably best not to dwell on any of this stuff too much.
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