Naked Girls
Here’s a dream that I had last week….
I woke up on a mattress in a huge pile of pillows of various size. The pillows were all long tubes of cloth stuffed with filling, but there were tiny little ones, lots of medium sized ones, and a few large ones. They were very comfortable, and I enjoyed laying in them.
Then the door to the room that I was in, and I realized that I was in a girls’ locker room back in my high school. I never entered the room in real life, so I’m not sure how I knew that it was the girls’ locker room. Anyway, there was a naked girl walking into the room. I’m not sure who she was since I didn’t recognize her from my history.
I suddenly realized that I was also naked in the bed of pillows. I was so afraid that I would be seen naked in the girls’ locker room, and be called out as a pepping tom, a pervert, or some other horrible thing. I was already an outcast in high school, and I didn’t need to give the upper crust a new excuse to treat me badly.
As the girl approached, I realized that if I couldn’t see her, then she couldn’t see me. So I closed my eyes. Yep. It worked. Even though my eyes were closed, I could tell that she couldn’t see me. I sneaked a quick peek out from half-closed eyes to see if she was still around. She was, but she was walking out of the shower with a towel around her body. Now that she wasn’t naked, she couldn’t see me anymore, so I opened my eyes all the way and admired the view.
I watched as she slowly got dressed, and left. As soon as she was gone, another girl, also naked, walked into the locker room, but she was not alone. This time a whole group of girls walked in. I was mortified again, so I closed my eyes in an attempt to remain hidden.
I soon found that I had fallen asleep in the pillows that were very comfortable. Suddenly, someone was calling my name out. I didn’t want to acknowledge them because I was afraid of getting busted in the girls’ locker room. The voice was familiar, and finally it pierced through my sleep who it was.
It was Craing. He was calling through the bedroom door in an effort to wake me up. Kiara had left for work early, and Shinto was taking the week off. That meant that Craing and I were on our own for carpooling that day. I had slept through my alarms, and Craing was trying to wake me up.
The dream quickly faded from my mind as I threw myself out of bed to get ready for the day. It wasn’t until later in the day when I remembered what I had dreamed, and I had to get it down before it faded from my mind all the way.
