I don't walk around the house naked (though I've been
told it might be a surefire way to get my son to move out). But in my dreams, I
seem to be naked regularly. I often end up somewhere public before I realize
that I’m, err, nude. Always, I try to casually leave, acting like there’s
nothing to see here.
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Yep. I am usually only naked from the waist up though.
ReplyDeletePrude
DeleteThis reminds me of a hysterical bit on the Graham Norton show where Judi Dench and Kenneth Branaugh talk about her really arriving to go onstage naked from the waist down. Now there's a woman for you!
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, naked dreams!
ReplyDeleteI must admit, this seems like a great way to get your son to move out.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, naked dreams . . . and the casual exit. Often backwards.
ReplyDeleteNope, never had a naked dream either. I love that you try to leave ever so casually.
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