I don't know what this cartoon is saying, but it suits my purposes today.
I do quite often have naked dreams. Where I'm oddly comfortable with having inappropriatel fewer or no clothes on in public... or not.
But this morning I had strange clothes dreams. First I dreamt Samantha Jones was bringing some little girl a designer outfit, but brought the wrong one, so had to drive back across town (New York?) to get another. Then I was going to a party of primary school teachers (that's your fault, morgor!), in town for some event. Stayign in a hotel - I got there, followed a pizza deliverer up and up and up stairs to the cheaper rooms, where a crowd of girls were having a party. When I got there, I was wearing only a long turquoise cardigan, as I couldn't find anything to wear and had decided to borrow clothes when I got there. Which had seemed like a good idea at the time, but that I realised was weird and mad as soon as I said it.
Now it's fairly obvious that this is about revealing myself to people from the internet I haven't yet met. The literal quality of my mind's symbolism annoys me sometimes. Anyway, I promise I'll be fully cloth-ed on Thursday night.