Monday, January 13, 2014

In which I dream of driving naked...

On a recent dream...

Sometime in the last few weeks (I don’t remember which night, time is irrelevant as all days, hours, minutes blend together as they quickly come and fade away immediately. One may even say it’s “wibbly wobbly, timey wimey”) I dreamt that I was driving my car through a town. While I was driving, I took off my shirt and proceeded to drive through this town without a top, my body on display for everyone to see without a single feeling of shame, embarrassment, or self-consciousness. 

I was proud. I felt beautiful. I let it all free

The website offers several interpretations for the symbolism of nudity occurring in a dream that depend on the context and feelings associated with it. In this case, “it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature.” 
As far as the symbolism for driving goes it says it “signifies your life's journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life.

I passed many people on this drive. Old people, rich people, poor people, super-model quality people, average people, men, women, children, many different types of people who reacted in many different ways to my over the top display of pride and beauty. 

There were old women who scoffed at my feminist display because they felt that I was not “prim & proper” like a woman “should” be.

There were pretentious young women who had the super-model bodies who tried to shame me because I didn’t fit their cookie cutter mold of “beauty.”

There were men; some who catcalled and found me attractive, some who shared the same views of the skinny women.

There were people who told me to cover up, who told me I was fat, who averted their eyes because they thought I was hideous because I’m not the women they are bombarded with in the media. I fed off the energy of these people. I didn’t let them bring me down; instead I smiled real big and waved to them even harder.

There was a group of women who cheered me on and joined me to drive topless through the streets and start a revolution. I’ve never seen so many boobs in one dream until this dream (and I’ve had my fair share of lady-fantasy dreams (especially after seeing Black Swan)) and it was magnificent. Not because it was about boobs in a sexy way, but because it was about a group of people banding together to bare everything, defy society, and start a revolution. 

It was natural. It was liberating. It was rebellious.

I woke up with a swagger and confidence. I spent the morning getting ready for work by dancing, naked, through my house with no one around to see. I put my big girl pants on (both literally (unfortunately) and metaphorically) and head out to carpe the mfing diem. 

So basically, it sounds like my life is headed in a very carefree direction of which I am proud? 

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