I haven’t tried to remember my dreams in a while. I remembered the other day in passing that I haven’t recalled dreams in some time, so this morning I remembered something that I’ve mostly forgotten. Here’re the key parts that I do remember.
At one point, I put on a mix and match ensemble of somebody else’s clothing, a man’s specifically and looked into a mirror. Then I turned around to show how mismatched I looked to someone standing in the next room looking at me through a door. This was someone I trusted but they seemed hesitant about what they saw on me. The top most layer was definitely a wildly patterned, collared, button-up short-sleeved shirt.
I had more than the “normal” number of items of clothing. For example normally one might wear a t-shirt underneath the button-up shirt. I remember wearing at least 2 underneath if not more. They might even have been in mismatched sizes because everything bunched up and did not sit right and it was a bit uncomfortable. I cannot remember what the bottoms situation was but I’m pretty sure they were light beige pants of some sort. What style? I couldn’t begin to tell you. I do remember that they were surprisingly not baggy at all, much more fitting than what was on my upper body.
Later on in the dream, I was leaning with one elbow out of a classic car that had been recently washed so it was just gleaming in the light. I did not see the shape of the outside of the car but I’m pretty sure it was a Jaguar. It had the right curves that I recognized, even though I only saw the part where my elbow leaned against.
The car was parked, perhaps on the wrong side of the road because the sidewalk was on the driver’s side. I was leaning out and talking to a man standing on the sidewalk. Our conversation was about the clothing I wore and it escalated into a mild argument. While I cannot remember the words exchanged or the context, I distinctly remember a feeling of annoyance, of me trying to convince this person of something about how I chose to dress myself.