Last night I dreamt that I was trying to help my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend find a dress to wear. I was trying to be nice, but her friend (actually an unrelated girl from church) construed everything I said as offensive, and I got so upset that I ended up slapping her. Everyone, including my ex-boyfriend crowded round her, disgusted at me, and I ran off naked. I somehow ended up running past my old secondary school, which now had climbing flowers growing all up the fences. Some of the flowers were constructed into a dress so I put this on, but then some of my old male teachers, who had been standing around outside chatting, spotted me and started shouting over to see if I was okay. Ashamed, I started running, pulling myself along by my arms as I kept falling over the dress. My old headmaster gave pursuit, grumbling all the time about how restrictive his marriage was. And I ran until I was exhausted, at which point I sat down and tried to cover myself, and he complemented me on my excellent turn of speed and stamina, saying that I must have amazing legs. I pointed out that I had in fact been pulling myself mostly with my arms, at which he seemed less impressed. Then I woke up.
I don't usually have interesting dreams, but this was most bizarre. Clearly my head is at a strange place right now.
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