Over Exposure

Last night I dreamt I was naked. Well, I suppose I am, but this is not my diary blog... it's my dream blog.

I dreamt I was in a store in Silverdale, that I decided I was going to take a chance as I stripped down to nothing. I figured I was already feeling so exposed, I might as well bare all in real life and see what happens. So I took all of my clothes off at the door and walked out. People were staring at me from their cars as they drove through the parking lot and they were pointing at me as they walked toward the store. I felt liberated and untouchable at first, like everything had been lifted off of me and I was finally free of all pain and suffering, though it wasn't long before I started to fear one of the onlookers was going to call the cops. My just recent ex who had shattered me was a corrections officer and I feared I would be cuffed and taken to him, instantly shamed as he processed me and realized I was not at all the person he thought I was. I was halfway to my car at this point and my confindent stride in my naked parade was just as broken as my heart. I started to look around with paranoia as I picked up the pace I was walking, though my legs would not let me run. I finally made it to my car, where I put on a shirt, but no pants or underwear. I drove off a nervous wreck, thinking maybe the authorities wouldn't think it was me if they passed by, since I was no longer fully naked. I glanced over to see a trucker looking down at my half naked body and I no longer felt free and strong, but dirty and weak as I stressed over what the man who crushed my heart a few weeks back would think of me now...