So last night I dreamt or dreamed, whatever, that I went to visit Kim at Barnard and told her to meet me in the library.  When she finally arrived, I was taking off my pants and underpants. 

I swear to God.

There was this tall, skinny black guy sitting next to me and he said, “You really shouldn’t be doing that here,” and I said, “I know, I’m really sorry.”

After I exposed myself to a room full of students, I started putting my shorts on, but I was doing it in slow motion because my hands were too weak to actually get the shorts up.  It looked like I was doing it on purpose, so I just kept saying, “I know this is taking too long.”

I’ve certainly had the  showing up at school naked dream before. And, on some level, I feel as though this reoccuring dream is a fairly accurate representation of how I often present myself in public, so it’s not like I was totally surprised by it. It’s just that, in the past, it’s always been about me showing up to my own school naked, either while riding a tricycle or wearing a very strange bra.  I had no idea I’d pop up unclothed in my children’s schools as well.  It now seems quite possible that I’ll be going to school partially naked for the rest of everyone’s lives.

I hope you can all forgive me in advance.