“Dear god.” he muttered and attempted to cover himself.
In a way that would only happen in a dream everyone surrounded him, pointing and laughing.
He found himself wondering if this was any better than the monster that had attacked him the night before.
When you’re trapped in a dream, it’s near impossible to determine what to do next. because often dreams made no bloody sence.
He decided to stand, to stand up, and let the people of his imagine laugh at him until he woke up.
When that finally rolled around, he lifted up the covers to find that, in fact he had no pants on.
He feared what tomorrow nights dream would be about.
Than quickly hoped for something his mother would be ashamed of.
“Should I see a doctor?” He thought aloud, wondering if they would send him to a loony bin or not.