Naked Dreamer

I keep having dreams I just appear somewhere in my day to day like pressing play on a random spot on the DVD of my life. The only difference is I'm usually clothless. I never realize I'm dreaming, and I'm happy with life. It's happened a few times in the dream I'm uncomfortable, and just so happen to come across an outfit to wear. In my latest dream I'm going to Wal-Mart naked with my roommate who was clothed. I expressed a little concern for being out in public, but not enough to keep my inhibitions. People expressed as much concern as they would a naked dog, and everything felt right with the world.

Death, Death, Death.

You'd think with all this talk of death I'd have some strange fascination with it, but I don't. I'm more interested in how we die daily, and change. I am a radically different person then who I was a year ago.