For some reason unknown to me, I slept naked last night. This is not the normal state of affairs.
So I had a dream about being naked. I was on a bus, and decided I wanted to be naked, so I took all my clothes off and put them in my backpack. Then I noticed my stop coming, and had almost missed it, so I dashed off the bus.
At this point, I realized I left my backpack of clothes on the bus. So I was outside. Naked. On Eglinton Street, Toronto.
I was feeling a little sheepish about being naked outdoors, but not truly-
mortified-
embarassed like (but perhaps
em-bare-assed?) . I had nowhere to go, so I was bouncing/bounding/jumping down the street (I wanted to keep my legs together, so walking was out, apparently). Then the cops came to arrest me and I was very happy.