My world is black and white. No color anywhere I look. I'm wearing a 50's style dress with a floral print. Hair is in a high ponytail and I'm walking down a long sidewalk with no idea where I'm walking to. I hear the swooshing of my dress against my knees. I see a couple walking towards me and as they pass the man looks at me in amazement and the woman looks disgusted. I pull my eyebrows in unsure of why I'm being looked at in such a strange manner. I continue walking hearing the swoosh of my dress. I shake of the feeling that I have a huge booger hanging out of my nose or something. I pull my hand up to check feeling nothing.
I jump when I hear a car honk loudly as they pass. A young man leans out the window of a mercury coupe and screams, "Yeah Baby!!" Okay, now I'm extremely confused. Was that guy yelling at me? And why am I in the 1950's? Everything is black and white and I no longer hear the swooshing of my dress brushing across my knees.
I glance down and well I'm stark naked standing on a sidewalk. People are all around me laughing and pointing. I try to cover myself with my hands when I feel the warmth of a coat being placed on my shoulders. I grip the jacket and pull it tight to cover my bare chest. I'm frozen in shock but am somehow being pulled off the street and into a diner of sorts.
I see coca-cola signs hanging on the wall with tables and chairs placed neatly around the room. There's a bar with quaint little bar stools, and a jukebox in the corner. I turn and see a James Dean look a like or maybe it is James? I don't know but he saved me from further humiliation. I start to thank him but he's talking to me and asking if I know what happened to my clothes. I try to remember but can't. He reaches out and touches my hand. He's so unbearably handsome and has such concern in his eyes. He says to me sweetly, "A pretty girl such as yourself should have enough sense not to walk around in broad day light naked?" Well obviously I think to myself. Why can't I seem to find my tongue and speak to my rescuer? I'm so frustrated that I can't make a sound. I sit down in a chair close by and drop my head into my hands trying to make some sense of this.
When I look up with determination to speak I'm not in the little diner anymore I'm sitting on a bench at the end of my driveway which definitely doesn't make any sense because my driveway is out in the middle of nowhere and has no need for a bench. Am I waiting for someone? I look up and down the road and see a tumbleweed roll across the dry wasteland of nothingness. I hear hoof beats and look back in the other direction. A horse ridden by a man with a black cowboy hat comes racing toward me surrounded by a cloud of dust. I jump up off the bench and throw my hands up to block the lasso from hitting me but instead it slips over my head and tightens around my bare waist. Wait! My bare waist? Oh, no! I'm still naked and jacketless! In the instant that I realize I'm naked, I'm also being hoisted up onto the saddle in front of this dirty cowboy. I scream and cough as I inhale dust. I'm belly flat laying over the front of the horse bouncing around like a rag doll.
I try to move to sit up but I feel his hand press into the middle of my back holding me in place. This is terrifying because all I can see are the hoofs of the horse and dust which is beginning to choke and blind me. Suddenly we stop and I'm jerked upright to face my fiance. He's so handsome and tan looking like a rough and tough cowboy out of a Clint Eastwood movie. I smile and hug him but he pushes me away and looks quizzically at me. "Do you have rocks for brains 'lil lady?", he says. "No, I do not!," I scream in his face, "you are the one who scooped me up like I'm some animal!" He interrupted before I could say anymore, "You were running naked across that there field acting like someone was out to kill ya." He looked alarmed, "I helped you, or thought I was helping you?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" I was so confused I just wanted to pull out my hair. My handsome cowboy took off his shirt, which was awfully nice of him to do and offered it to me so I could cover myself. This was the second time a handsome guy had covered my nakedness, but why am I naked?
As I thought about this I feel a change in the atmosphere and I am falling. Falling off the horse? No.... falling down a dark hole? I scream out my fiance's name and flail my naked arms and legs around trying to grab at something to break my fall. I'm going to die.
I open my eyes and sit straight up in bed scared to death and reach beside me to feel my fiance sleeping soundly beside me. Wow, me and my crazy dreams.
I had this dream the night before last and thought I would share to the best of my memory. :)