Nazrax

I'm on my bike waiting to turn right from the church's road onto the main road. Lots of cars are coming, and I can't find a gap. Finally, I'm able to turn. Now I'm riding along the side of the main road and cars are whizzing past me very quickly, making me very nervous. Suddenly I realize that I'm supposed to be riding against traffic, not with it, so that I can see oncoming cars! I reach a dirt road off to my right and turn onto it to get off of the main road and away from the danger. The dirt road slopes up and has a telephone pole in the middle. Some other people are here on bikes, doing tricks. I see a couple of my kids here as well.

Now I'm driving to work, somewhere around the half way mark. I realize that I'm still wearing only my undershirt and boxers and conclude that I never got dressed after I finished on the bike. I consider going home to get dressed, but I realize that would make me very late for work. I remember that I keep one of my older shirts that I don't like very much in a cabinet at work, but that doesn't help with the missing pants. Taking a quick glance into the back seat, I see a pair of khakis - perfect! That just leaves my shoes, but since I always wear both black socks and black shoes, it's unlikely anyone will notice that the shoes are missing.

I'm seeing something about men's clothing, about the importance of having and wearing a good dress jacket. I see a fairly light-skinned black man, probably late twenties, getting sized at a tailor's. I think about how expensive that is, and then I see another man, a white man of about the same age, shopping at racks in a department store knowing that he can get small adjustments made to get the jacket to fit once hue buys it, and it'll cost him a lot less than a custom tailored jacket.

Now I'm at work, in a wide hallway, near some entry doors (looks like the entry to many malls). I see both men coming, dressed in their new jackets, and they look good. I'm conscious of my being in just my undershirt, but at least now I have the pants. I need to get to my desk to find the shirt. There's a woman here, but since these two stand out so much she hasn't noticed my own lack of clothing.

Now I'm in my office checking something out on my tablet. I take a moment to make sure the wifi is on the right network after the tablet starts taking way too long to pull something up.

Something else at work, talking to people.