The first thing I remember is being with a group of people, inside a multi-story residential building, which had an indoor community/shared area, as well as an outdoor patio.  I started inside, just hanging out with some friends, then excused myself to go out to the patio area.  My intention was to take a shower to get cleaned up, perhaps with a plan to go out later.  As I went out through the doorway I took my shirt off, and was somewhat cognizant of my tattoo being visible from the perspective of where I’d just been.

I got outside to this covered patio, then just prepared to take a shower by taking some more clothes off.  Obviously it was weird that the shower was in the middle of this outdoor public area, but in the dream it just is-what-it-is.  It was more like a tub than a shower; it didn’t have any upright screens, panels or curtains– I’m not sure if there was even an overhead spout.  I was definitely aware that it was not going to offer any privacy.  Something was weird about the water — at first it was more like a sludge with a golden color.  I assumed I should just continue to run it, like one might run cold water until it became warm enough to get in.

Just as I was about to jump in, a couple ladies who I wasn’t familiar with at that point, came out onto the patio from where I’d been before.  I didn’t think they were expecting to run into a naked dude on the patio, so the feeling was awkward because I didn’t know of any alternative for taking a shower than this particular one.  My being naked was appropriate from that perspective, but I didn’t know if these ladies were guests or housemates, etc, so maybe they didn’t understand I had no other option.  I didn’t feel embarrassed so much as being shy and just worried about ruining their evening.  So I crouched down next to the wall of the tub on the opposite side from them, hoping to conceal my lower half and just stay out of sight until they either passed through or turned around.  They kept walking toward me and to my left side, apparently not deterred at all by my ‘predicament.’  In fact, one of the ladies seemed to take it as an opportunity to give me a deliberate look-over.  She said something in passing which I don’t think I handled particularly well — it was like a shaded compliment about my junk hanging out there pretty good, just doing what it’s supposed to.  It was giving me a verbal ‘thumbs up,’ but because I was feeling the awkwardness of the situation I didn’t respond with any ease or even a ‘thank you.’ Instead I just nodded in agreement, saying something like “Yes, so it is.”  I interpreted her gesture to be more addressing the awkwardness of the situation and my being responsible for it rather than the actual quality of my junk.

I jumped into the tub and still kept crouched down.  I didn’t want to be insensitive to these ladies by ignoring them and doing my shower routine without any care of their perspective.  Then the lady who gave me the compliment came around and squatted directly across the tub wall from me in the direction I was facing, so we were now face-to-face.  She wanted to clear up what before probably came across to her as a misunderstanding since it didn’t really diffuse the awkward tension in me like she had hoped it would– obviously I was still in a frozen state.  She said that it was actually my junk that she was complimenting, that she genuinely thought it was good, and she added that she was a particular kind of clinical physician, which gave her a lot of experience in these matters, so her opinion was supported by extensive knowledge.  I appreciated that from her.

Given my ‘natural’ programming– when a lady makes a point to deliberately compliment your junk, it becomes verily impossible to avoid doing a ‘scan’ for potential compatibility.  My first impression was that she looked nice.  I made a mental note of her hair/skin/complexion and overall fitness level.  She was petite in stature, slender with a somewhat angular face, sharp jaw and nose.  Her hair was blond and in a “Rachel” style cut.  She was wearing large, thick-rimmed glasses.  I would have guessed her age was early 40s.  Being a practicing physician, obviously she possessed above-average cognitive aptitude and ambition/industriousness, and she had a quality of friendliness that I liked.  I guess the only ‘minus’ was that she had a tired look in her face, like maybe she was working a lot of late nights, etc, perhaps going many years without enough sleep — or maybe was a smoker?

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