I was with a core group of friends at V and R's loft. Granted, they live in a West Village one bedroom, but in the dream it was their very fancy, well-designed huge loft with a huge garden on the roof deck. We were hanging out, and there were a few other less core friends there as well. Someone said, "It's time to get ready." And I asked, "Ready for what?" E told me that we were all going to Mr. Black for a show. Everybody dressed really nicely, but all I had was what I was wearing, which was my blue swimming trunks (the American Apparel ones with the ridiculously long drawstring) and a black tee shirt (also from American Apparel, the "Summer Tee" of which own four, all black).
We went to Mr. Black, but it wasn't Mr. Black. At least I assume it wasn't, as I've never been to the new location, but I assume it's not some ginormous space with a beautiful stage, like something you would see in a 1930's movie - think Ethyl Merman at the supper club in that scene from Myra Breckinridge, but more seating space.
We knew more people there who joined us at a big table. Everyone was socializing, but I felt a need for fresh air. I stepped outside via a stage exit. I leaned against a pole and found out it had paint on it. So now I was underdressed and my clothes had paint on them.
J appeared and offered me drugs. I said no thanks as it looked like it was very little left. He said had two more bags. Then a stage-worker asked for some because he was feeling groggy. I pointed out the wet paint, and he said he was going to make a sign but he was groggy. I told him that I hoped the drugs helped, but it was too late for me.
Just before waking, I was trying to decide whether to go back to the table with "the guys" with my paint-stained clothes or remove my clothes or go home.
Below is the dream analysis of being underdressed in a dream.
