Remember Me?

My poor little QQ has been so neglected lately. I felt really guilty about that for several days. Then I realized not one single blog reader made any sort of comment about my absence. So maybe I was missing the blog more than you were. Food for thought...

I've had several very odd dreams lately. No really, VERY odd. A few days ago I dreamt my roommate and I were going to watch TV together. However, I couldn't find any clothes to wear. None. Not even underwear. So I sat on the floor, naked, trying to cover myself as best I could. It was quite awkward. And chilly.

A day or two later I had a dream that I took my boyfriend home to meet my family. (Note, I don't actually have a boyfriend, but the dream was quite convincing.) Somehow my family had multiplied. There were dozens of aunts and cousins and various cajun people all over the place. My boyfriend found it all a bit overwhelming and after an hour or so of visiting, begged to be released from our dinner plans with the family.

Perhaps last night's dream was the most odd of all. I was pregnant. A few of my girlfriends threw me a baby shower...and it was the most lame, pitiful shower I have ever imagined. Most of my dearest friends didn't show up and quite a few people weren't even invited. There were no decorations or party foods and hardly anyone talked or laughed. I only received about five or six gifts. At the end I was crying and asked my friends why they had treated me so poorly. They didn't seem to understand and kept saying how nice they thought it had all been and that I was being too sensitive.

These are all obviously anxiety dreams. But the strange thing is I don't feel anxious and particularly stressed about anything right now. The only conclusion I can draw is this:

Being naked leads to boyfriends and babies.