Only in Dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was shopping at a really nice art gallery wearing only my underwear. When I woke up a flood of emotions washed over me.

First there was relief that I wasn’t really wearing only my underwear in public.

Next there was nostalgia as I remembered my childhood dreams of showing up at school in only my underwear. Ahh, the good old days.

Finally there was confusion about why I thought I could decorate my house with art from an expensive gallery when in real life my house is decorated with shoddy crafts that I painted on the picnic table in the backyard. Only in my dreams…