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I am in House #1. [So much for recognizing dream signs... :/] I look through a window that looks out onto the patio from the side opposite the dining room [um... in real life, that would be the bathroom window, from which such a view would be impossible...] and see that there is a wasps' nest hanging from the eaves outside the dining-room window. I am in the garage, and I say goodbye to P. There are two cool, old, red, elongated, flat-topped cars there (one might have been a convertible). My parents are taking me out somewhere, but I have not been able to find anything I want to wear, so I am only wearing my royal blue bathrobe. [I used to have this robe in real life, but I do not anymore.] [<PERSON>.] I am driving the brown car into the parking lot where our hair salon and the OSH hardware store are [back in our old town]. I am naked, so I try to crouch down so that the other drivers around do not see me. When I try to park, the driver of the car that is parked crookedly in the space next to mine decides to back out and straighten his parking job, coming close to hitting my car, but narrowly missing it. I cower in my seat, frightened. When the driver gets out of his car and comes over to talk to me, I look down to check the arrangement of my blue bathrobe, which I am suddenly wearing again, and make sure it is covering me decently. The other driver tells me that he did not hit me. Then, four young boys (10 or so) come to my car and start pestering me relentlessly, climbing in it and all over it and talking to me loudly and annoyingly. I yell as loudly as I can at them to GO AWAY. I am surprised that I am capable of yelling with that volume. After I yell at them like that about three times, they finally go away. I am trying to keep my blue robe on and maintain my modesty, with only partial success. I continue to do so once I have moved from my car to a patio table on the sidewalk outside the hardware store. [I do not recall getting from one location to the other.] People pass me by on the sidewalk as I try to keep the robe up. Next to me on the sidewalk, B.W. and his chorale friends are getting dressed for a performance. - Side notes: This was an interesting twist on a classic anxiety dream. It featured the common dream scenario of being naked in a public place and ashamed of it, but it combined that scenario with two stressful occurrences from my waking life: a minor car accident in a parking lot, and the very spirited all-boys class I have been teaching once a week. In the dream, I yelled more loudly than I ever have in real life. Do I unconsciously wish I could yell that loud in reality? It is a plausible hypothesis.