At work the other day I was wearing a navy skirt. There are two layers to this skirt. The bottom layer is solid blue and the top layer is netting. It’s a nice skirt but I make it sound like something Madonna wore in the 80’s. Point is, for a moment the nightmare we watch on television and have when we sleep, became a reality for me.
I was just coming out of the restroom and was pulling on the bottom of my shirt. I noticed on the side- waaaay on the side, that there was a lump. To my horror I saw that the bottom layer had been caught on itself and was stuck in the top of my tights. The netting was where it should have been but there I was, walking down the hallway with myself entirely exposed and visible under the netting. My tights weren’t nylons. They weren’t navy. No, my tights were bright RED with silver snowflakes on them.
When I realized what happened, in a nanosecond I felt the blood rush to my head, and immediate blushing reaction (those of you who know me well, know that I get red blotches anytime I get scared, sad, angry, embarrassed, happy, excited… generally when I am breathing) and I swear I could actually hear my heart valves pumping. I had to contort myself in such a manner so I could reach under the netting and pull out the solid part of the skirt. Thankfully no one was walking by at the moment but I could have died nonetheless.
My nightmare, and the nightmare dream sequence I’ve seen often enough on tv, became my reality. As long as I don’t find myself naked in front of a bunch of people while I’m giving a speech, I will treat this as an isolated incident of life imitating dreams.
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