Rarely do I remember dreams, but I had a doozy this morning.
I walked into my house (I live alone) and it was all neat and organized, and all my stuff was gone! No books, and, most importantly, no clothes! My family soon arrived and told me all my possessions, except those (they) deemed necessary, had been donated. In addition, a former girlfriend was there and she had hired me a hooker, adding that everyone who knew me felt I needed to "get laid". They then left me alone with the very nice lady of the evening. Clearly they knew I was CD, and clearly they decided to force some changes on me. I now had a typical American home.
I would add that I never intend to purge, have never been out fully dressed, and am concerned with what my family will think when I'm gone (I truly believe they'd be understanding, despite the dream)
(What I'm thinking...today is half-price day at the thrifts...start filling that house up again!)