Work....again

My dreams over the past few years have often had a dreaded theme....work. Last night was no exception.

We had a new manager or vp or something at work, and he was a hard ass. Always looking around to see if anyone looked suspicious, or too happy, or wasn't working hard enough. For some reason, as soon as he discovered we were ahead on the budget or had a bit of extra money or something, he started handing out pay-raises or giving people offices instead of cubes. But at the same time, he was firing people for odd offenses.

My wife had just been given a big office. For some reason it had a bed in it. For some reason, I was in there and not working, and for some reason had to sneak to the break room. I couldn't go back to my desk because the new vp/manager was having a one-on-one out in the public area and didn't want to be disturbed.

For some reason, my arm got entangled in my shirt, and as I scooted to the break-room he was staring at me the whole way with a disapproving look on his face. Once in the breakroom I realized I would have to take my shirt off to get my arm back in, so I undressed. I dressed again as quickly as I could in a fret he was going to walk in and catch me with my clothes off and fire me.

I woke up in a fret of worry about being caught naked at work and being fired. For some reason, me being naked is a general theme throughout many of my dreams. Why is that?