The Naked Dream

Every morning either Lauren or I (Lauren is the graduate student I work with) must water the plants at 8am. Waking up at 7:45am is often an ordeal for me, even though I had to wake up even earlier last summer when I commuted into DC. Anyways, I have an obsessive habit of dreaming about waking up before I actually wake up - I also often worry that my alarm won't go off when I have something to do early in the morning. Anyways, early this morning I had a dream where the plants were on death's door due to my negligence during early morning watering. In the dream, I became frantic and decided to save time by rushing to the greenhouse without any clothes on. No one would see me, I reasoned, because it was so early in the morning. And I could be back without anyone being the wiser. What a brilliant plan. Anyways, I make it to the greenhouse without being seen, and proceed to water the wilted plants, spraying water everywhere in my desire to get out safely. However, mid-way through Lauren walks in with Professor Sultan. They are followed by the maintenance crew (6 or 7 cheery middle aged men) and I realize that, of course, repairs on the greenhouse usually happen at early hours of the morning. I start to freak out and place our potted research subjects in front of key areas of my anatomy. Then, as I turn to run away, I realize that the greenhouse has expanded to become 10 times its normal size - and right in front of me is a large class of freshmen.

Just remembering the dream is giving me little shivers of dread. Just thought I would share.