An empty apartment pool, high up, maybe the 20th or 22nd floor. The building is thin, constructed of whitened concrete. Light from the slits of windows shines on the water. My ex makes me swim naked. He is in a bathing suit. He is in his late 40s; I am more like my 20s. It's okay because we are alone. I swim in the blue chlorinated water around the bend. The pool is shaped like a half moon.
Then we walk down the street, where, again, I am naked and he is dressed. I don't like this, am embarrassed.
I rush back to the building, trying to hide my body. We are in the elevator rising. On the screen in the elevator I try to edit the YouTube video. I want to put on the clothes I am carrying. Only I can't. I have to go to the YouTube studio to do that.
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please let me know Brenda when you upload the re-enactment of this dream on youtube
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ReplyDeleteOften I dream of being caught naked. Sometines, in walking life, I double-check that I have my clothes on when I get to work. So troubling all of this clothes vs. nakedness business! And so symbolic, of course!
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