I had a dream this morning. My wife and I were British agents (like 007) for the Ministry of Defense (or Secret Intelligence Service – whatever).

We were attending this big swanky gala dinner, full of elitist socialites. Before attending, she gave me the costume for the character I was playing at the event. It was an old ship captains uniform from the 19th century (when fully dressed I looked like Captain Ahab).

While at the dinner, she informed me that I MUST talk in character or it would give our cover away. I didn’t want to sound like a pirate, so I chose to speak like Sean Connery instead (you know from the Hunt for Red October?).

When the fancy people would stop by I would just nervously sit with my mouth closed because I didn’t want to betray myself. At the end of my dream my teeth fell out. 

Maybe I had this dream because I feel inhibited to do and speak my mind in a brutally, socially hierarchical world?  

I like being able to remember my dreams. Its very disturbing in the morning when I’ve had such a weird one (especially if it feels revelatory), and for the life of me I can’t recount it to someone else. This is one of the weird ones I got to keep.