I Dream of Being an Underwear Model

So, you know that dream where you're somewhere important, but you're in your underwear? I had that dream a few nights ago. Normally, this wouldn't be such an odd thing, except for the following:

• It was at my old job, a department store in the mall. I was hiding next to the shoe department and hoping no one would see me.


• An stodgy, uptight, Jehovah's-Witness-type-religious friend from high school was with me. I haven't seen him in seven years.


• He was also in his underwear.


• Being in his underwear didn't phase him one bit.


• Once someone gave me my winter leather jacket, I no longer felt embarrassed about my junk being a sixteenth of an inch of fabric from public display.


• I haven't had one of these dreams since I was in fourth grade.

I'm going to chalk this one up to a sore back and a rude awakening by a gasoline-powered pressure washer sitting in front of my windows. Hopefully it won't repeat itself.