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Dream 11: Sting Operations, Pizza, Where's My Shirt?

There was a long and complicated dream sequence, but the part I remember is at the end. I'm a cop on a sting operation. I'm waiting for my partner, who is my SO. I know he's coming and he'll be the one to answer the door when our contact, who is delivering us a pizza.

So I'm waiting and waiting, but my SO hasn't shown up. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it, but I don't have a shirt on. I know it's the pizza delivery, so I hide my chest behind the door and try to pay for the pizza. My SO comes up the stairwell behind the pizza guy and takes over and suddenly I find myself wrapped in a towel.

I stayed up way late last night to work on my essay and have it to a point where I've waiting for my SO to go over it for final editing. Metaphor anyone?

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Scarlet Pimpernel:

This dream clearly expresses your anxiety about waiting. Interesting, I wonder how many other people have had dreams about the paper.

annie hall:

This is a really nice dream. The fact that your SO is there to help you edit your paper translated to the act of protecting you from your vulnerability in your dream. It's sweet!


And yes, I've actually had many dreams about my paper. Not anymore though =D

John A. Dreams:

(Please excuse this brief moment of sophmoric jocularity, but) greatest dream ever!

To make you feel better, I went topless in a dream once too, but I was waking up from sleeping. (I looked decently attractive actually, not at all like in real life-- were you hotter too?)

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