Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm in a giant room filled with people. It's dark but there are bright strobing lights that pan around the room in jerking stutters. The floor, ceiling, and three of walls are all pitch black. The 4th wall is entirely transparent as if it were made of glass. Outside is a pool patio (the same patio from my pool party / plane crash dream a few nights ago) but inside the room, it's like a club dancefloor with people wall to wall. Half of the people are typical club-goers gyrating away to the bumping music, but the other half of people are circus performers doing various acts, like riding unicycles, juggling, acrobatics, magic tricks, etc.

The dancers and the circus performers mingle with one another as they each do their thing. I am just standing in the corner of the room watching it all happen because i am neither a dancer nor a circus performer. I laugh as a scantily-clad girl freaks a juggling clown, who seems to be trying to ignore the heaving breasts in his face. The clown blinks and a red ball launches up out of the pattern of balls above his head.

The red ball falls and rolls to my feet. I pick it up and throw it back at the clown, but he doesn't try to catch it The ball flies passed him, hits the glass wall with a loud BOOM and bounces around the room. Outside next to the glass wall, a huge muscle-bound man turns around and points at me. The guy looks like he is either the club bouncer or the circus strongman (or both) and he yells at me, "What the fuck at you doing?!?!"

His voice bellows through the wall and across the room over the sound of calliope and bass. Everyone stops dead in their tracks and turns to stare at me. The red ball still ricochets endlessly around the room.

If television has ever taught me anything, it's that the naked dream seems pretty universal. Last nite i had a dream where i wasn't entire naked, but i was definitely exposed enough to elicit embarrassment all 'round. Actually, my dream was kind of a combination of the typical naked dream and the real-life embarrassment of discovering that your zipper has been down for a really long time but nobody told you.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm hanging out with my friends in a very public place when i look down and discover that i'm hanging out in more ways than one.

My friends all laugh as i spend the rest of the dream running around trying to find everyone that i'd interacted with earlier so that i can apologize to them and explain that i'm not some freak who like exposing himself. The typical response is something like "how the hell didn't you noticed that your fly was down and things were hanging out?!?"

The harder i try to explain, the more i am digging myself a deeper hole of embarrassment.

I really had to pee when i woke up.

I had a dream last nite that i can't really explain in detail cuz of what happens in the dream. It wasn't X-rated or anything (probably PG at most), but it was the kind of dream that anyone familiar with the name "Freud" would be able to read between the lines of the dream (and anyone with an actual understanding of psychoanalysis would probably find reasons for concern about my mental health).

Since i can't really give details, i'll just list the key ingredients of my dream (in no particular order so as to avoid any suggestion of a causal relationship between things):

Setting: My apartment

Participants: 2 male friends, 1 female friend, Me

Props: couch, TV, stove, bed, fire, oven, door peephole, fire extinguisher, beverages, some sort of applesuace-like substance

Actions: waking from a nap, losing motor skills, panicking, cooking, laughing, forgetting

In my dream, all that adds up to a recipe for disaster/embarrassment/acrimony/death

just had a dream about the party from hell...

I'm at a house party thrown by a friend from my waking life, but the host isn't there cuz they had a family emergency but they insisted everyone to stay at the party and have a good time. Try as i may, i am not having a good time. In addition to beer, all the guests are served a can of pork and beans, but it seems that i am the only one who, out of politeness, tries to eat the beans and it appears that everyone else notices this. The beans don't actually have the flatulent effect on me that everyone else is worried about, but everyone assumes the worst of me cuz the apartment already smelled wicked before i got there.

To make things more embarrassing for me, the party is almost entirely populated by cute girls that i have been acquainted with (rather than friends with) in my waking life (from high school mostly) but I had been too shy or out of league back then to ever attempt to become friends with them. To compensate for my prior shyness, I make an effort to talk to every girl at the party. I say "hi", shake their hand (apologizing each time that my hand is cold and wet from holding a beer) and ask them how they've been since the last time I'd seen them (usually 5 or 6 years or more). Each time, however, the girl is a bit shocked that I know who they are because they can't remember me at all.

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I didn't sleep Sunday nite cuz i stayed up to work on my 3D Maya vein full of blood cells for my animation, so my dreams last nite were sleep-deprived in addition to being extra depraved.

I had my reccurring Trainspotting-esqe gotta-go-to-the-bathroom-REALLY-bad-but-the-only-toilet-around-is-the-dirtiest-one-in-the-world
-but-i-use-it-anyway-cuz-i'm-just-that-desperate dream again last nite. The bathroom is usually different each time i have this dream, but several elements are always the same:
1) Vileness factor (The unoccupied toilets are always nauseatingly filthy)
2) Embarassment factor (there's never any privacy cuz there are rarely doors on the stall and the bathroom is usually crowded with other people i know personally)

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