Same here. And I get The University Dream a lot.
My slumberland Alma Mater is impossibly huge and complex and architecturally Gothic in a grotesquely overblown way…huge leering gargoyles placed on the outside of buildings AT EYE LEVEL, claustrophobic winding stone staircases leading up to cramped dorm rooms and study carrels, brutally colossal gymnasiums and arenas and libraries and cathedrals.
Sort of like Albert Speer had decamped and taken a job designing the Yale Campus back in the 1930s.
Needless to say, part of the nightmare aspect of these halls of learning is the fact that I Didn’t Study, and the Big Test is coming up in fifteen minutes.
I’ve never had the naked dream, either, but one of my favorites episodes of Winsor McKay’s 1905 comic strip “Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend” was the one where the guy goes back to the office for his rubbers, dressed in his long johns, shoes and spats, tail-coat, cane, and top hat…and no trousers.
Everyone says to him “You haven’t forgotten something, have you?” and he replies “Yes, as if it’s any of your business, and I’m on my way to fetch them!”
– Ukulele “Weoh! You cannot tell me that Dutchman did not put something into that rarebit besides ale. Weoh! That was a rough one. No more toasted cheese for Willie.” Ike