I had a dream.
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Everyone knows about that nightmare, where you find yourself completely naked in a serious public environment and all the stares are pointing towards you and things just start getting worse by the second, panic builds up and you probably end up with the grand finally of pissing yourself or doing something stupid like that.
Well for some people (more than we think) this nightmare is actually a dream for them. I am not talking about the street corner streaker or the guy that always runs in the middle of the football pitch naked and gets chased by angry stadium security guards nor the pleasure to piss yourself. I am talking about the everyday guy or girl who needs to fulfill that need to let it all out (literally) in public.
It's extremely difficult for a londoner to fulfill this need. First of all it's highly illegal, he/she would probably get arrested, secondly you need to have the balls to do it (excuse my language) and finally, London is a cold place most of the time. You have the person who always leaves their window wide open when walking around naked in their home, the one who sunbaths on their urban terrace surrounded by buildings and the odd friend who when drunk randomly starts taking off their cloths in the middle of your living room.
I am writing this article to talk about the nightmare I had last night. It all started when this guy talks to me about a east london club called Starkers.
"STARKERS! is a fantastic party in central London for anyone who enjoys being nude to get naked and have fun!". http://www.starkersclub.co.uk/index.html
The idea of such a night out must of been subconsciously macerating in my brain because it generated the most bizarre dream. This is what happened:
I was programmed to play at a gig in a east london club. I am back stage walking towards the stage. When I arrive in the spotlight I find my self fully clothed surrounded by only naked people who are laughing cause I am wearing jeans and a tshirt, the stress start to build up, so decide to take off my clothes, but it's impossible, as soon as i take the tshirt off it is replaced by another and another and another. At this moment a police man dives at me, nocks me to the floor and arrests me. In the police car I look outside the window and realize that everyone is naked. The judge condemned me with "clotheshibitionism".
