Nightmares

The school district, for whom I've worked for 30 plus years, cut off my email account.  Not that I checked it all that much since I've retired, but still..I don't exist for them any longer.  I got my last paycheck this week and my first retirement check last week (for two days in June).  That's all good!  But, I didn't expect to get a lump in my throat because I couldn't see any work emails.  I used to have hundreds a day.  Little problems to solve, big issues with which to deal.  Friends and foes, thinking, talking, complaining, bitching, pushing...lump's gone, email closed it's all good!  

When I began teaching, each September during the week before school started, I regularly had "the naked, shoeless nightmare".  My shrink friends call this the, "Oh-shit I'm not prepared dream", but it usually unfolded with me being locked out of the school yard topless and or shoeless...pants never really factored in???

Later in my career my dream evolved each step of the way.  Each year I was locked out of something, missing some or all articles of my clothes and searching, worrying, even occasionally having to return to finish a high school math class...mostly naked and really stupid (math-wise).

Last August my dreams were most vivid.  Naked in full color locked out of the staff development room where my whole staff waited for me...the door is see-through, geeze...what to do? 

Go in naked or stay out stupid!  I think I ran away.  Giggled and Jiggled away more precisely.  

Ah, the night terrors of the school principal.

Last night, after the rude email lancing, I dreamed I was locked in my old office.  Every time I tried to leave, my shirt flew off and when I finally got out to the street, I was, of course,

 naked from the waist up!

What does it mean? I kept wanting to go back in and get dressed! 

 I walked a few blocks to find my car...a lacy, white bra had magically been added...still embarrassed, 

I found I had locked myself out of my car and had to return to get my keys.  

Back and safe in my old office, I found a Dooley Dragon sweatshirt to cover my nakedness, 

and magically, there were my keys.  

I breathed deeply, said goodbye to school and left fully dressed, 

if not fashionably, at least covered.

So, would the shrinks say I shouldn't read too much into all this?  

Would they say I'm crazy, sane, sane-ish?  

My take is that what I've done for the past 40 odd years 

(represented by my cozy Dooley Dragon sweatshirt), 

will keep me covered in what I'll try next. 

Hopefully the naked, unprepared and locked out and/or in dreams are gone for a while. 

 Julie Next has her Dooley Dragon Sweatshirt at the ready and a set of dandy skeleton keys to open offensive stuck doors.  So...NEXT!  Julie, naked or not is ready to take it on!! 

It's all good, I've got two more email addresses...who needs 'em anyway!