The Tale of the Missing Skirt

I have not been sleeping too well. The backache, the constant need to pee, the nagging cough from the chest congestion are all compounded by the the emotional stress from my husband and the fact that we have not been talking for the last 3 days. In during the brief moments of sleep, I remember two dream episodes...

What happened to my skirt?
I am sitting on top of a truck bonnet, one of those typical Indian trucks, you know the ones with the sign that says "Horn ok, Please!" I think it was in front of my grandmother's house in Chembur, there's a slum village in front, taxis, very chaotic.
Its getting late, time to get home so I slide down to the ground. To my dismay I realize that for some reason I have lost my skirt, I am only wearing the white blouse which is part of my school uniform and barely covers my butt. And to top it all, my bag has got hooked around the spike protruding from the bonnet. Somehow, without revealing too much, I manage to get the bag down,but now the dilemma is "How do I get home?"

Luckily, I have my brown scarf with me and I knot that around my waist. Even though it shows a lot of leg, at least its better than nothing. I have to take a cab home but decide not to take any of the ones parked nearby. I am pretty sure that these cab drivers have seen me in my semi-naked state and I'm afraid that they would take advantage of me once I am in their cab. So I start walking down the village road, hopefully to get a cab further down. I am pretty nervous!

Interpretation from some sites - Nakedness in dreams can be symbolic of waking life vulnerability. One may feel vulnerable about a relationship -- Well that's true that this fight, these last few months I have been feeling very vulnerable because I feel that Yogi does not love me enough, that I am playing 'last fiddle' to a lot of things. Plus, not having a job makes me feel even more helpless.

Phone Love I walk into the bedroom, Yogi is lying on the bed and playing with the phone as usual. In the dream, I am part of the same fight that we are currently having, so we are not talking to each other. As I walk in, I hear him say to the phone "Googa baacha, I love you googa baby", while watching one of the videos we made together. And I realize that he wants to say it to me but his ego prevents it, so he is telling it to my video self. When I think about this second dream, I tear up.

This is probably my inner sense wishing that my husband and I were not fighting, that he would make amends and love me much more than before. But as they say, 'if wishes were horses, beggars would ride'!