Dream – September 19, 2013
I dreamt that I was taken to a hospital, even though I wasn’t sick. And the hospital didn’t even look like a hospital. I was lying on a stretcher with large wheels, and around me were standing doctors. Or were they patients? The chief doctor was writing something in a notebook, and I was lying under a blanket, completely naked. The doctor kept writing, writing, made some notes, and then said, as if continuing his speech: “And in our hospital, we have a rule (as if I had chosen the hospital and was supposed to follow all its rules) – everyone walks around naked here.” He, however, was dressed. I looked at the other doctors (or patients?), who had surrounded my stretcher in a tight circle, and they were all naked. And they looked so serious. All different in body types, but all of them had everything present, meaning their “tools.”
So, I lay there under the blanket and thought to myself: “Well, I’m stuck here!” Well, what can you do? This is the reality now. I guess I’ll just walk around naked. It’s not like I’m going to die. Just as I thought that, it was time to get out from under the blanket and supposedly go for some tests. So, I threw off the blanket, all in my Venus costume, extended my hand to ask for help to get up, stood up, and walked away, completely naked.
Later, I was sitting somewhere, waiting for my turn. For some reason, I had a shirt on. I thought, “Well, I need to take it off before going for the tests.” I had to go to a different building, near a busy street. Well, I thought, if these are the rules, I should follow them… So, I took off my shirt and went again – naked. Well, I felt a bit embarrassed, but what could I do… I signed up for this.
Outside, everyone was dressed. And the place I was going to—everyone there was dressed too. I looked back, and where I had been—everyone there was dressed too. In fact, everyone was dressed! I was the only one naked. And the group of men had somehow scattered, but then one of them—also already dressed, the jerk!—came up to me and called me over, acting like I was some easy girl and he wanted something. I was, of course, indignant. So what if I was naked? That didn’t mean I was available to everyone, even though it was already clear that this was a setup.
Then, suddenly, I saw the notebook of the “chief” doctor, the one who told me to be naked. I grabbed it, and there was a list of women deceived by the “naked rule,” with the names and phone numbers of these women, and the name and phone number of the “chief doctor.” I decided to get revenge on him, and the best way I could think of was to lure him somewhere, make him undress or strip him, and throw him out to be publicly humiliated by a huge crowd.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see what happened next—I woke up. Throughout the dream, I didn’t feel any negative emotions.