Dreams are like popcicle sticks

March 24, 2011

Last night I dreamed that I was in this old School building that was being torn down, so a bunch of kids were camping out inside as protest. I was in a class room with a bunch of other kids and one girl said she had to pee, but didn't know what to do about it. The boys started passing around a soda bottle, which obviously didn't do the girls any good. It was getting to be a big deal, and I had to go myself, so eventually I just walked out of the room to see if I could find whatever passed for a bathroom in this old dump.

There were people everywhere.  It was like one of those events that are really well attended and are filled with people walking around and sitting everywhere.  I finally found the one-toilet bathroom, and had just sat down to use it when this completely crazy girl appeared, cheerfully demanding that SHE had to use the toilet right then. I tried telling her that I was already using the toilet, and that she could have it as soon as I was done, but she nearly sat down on my lap and tried to use the toilet with me still on it. I punched her in the head several times, but it didn't help. She was happily, enthusiastically, unmovingly determined to use the toilet whether I was on it or not. So I got up, yelled my head off at her but eventually just gave up and went to find another bathroom.

I found one, but it looked like there was some sort of slime-emitting sea monster living it in. So I searched and searched and found a teenie tiny little closet of a bathroom, all decorated in flowery wall paper and was about to sit down to relieve myself when some older man came and poked his head in the open, lacy curtained window to say hello. And he wouldn't leave. Finally two little girls came up to use the bathroom, the man left and I came out and knelt down to talk to the girls. I begged them to stand guard so that I could have 30 seconds of privacy for crying out loud, and in return I would do the same for them. They couldn't have been more than 4, but I guess they did the job, because I woke up after that. Phew!

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7 comments

  1. HAHHAHA, that sounds SO like my dreams! Love it.

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  2. Surprisingly, I have frequently have dreams about trying to use the bathroom, only to realize that it's not a toilet but a fountain in a public square of something like that. Gotta love how dreams mess with ya.

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  3. Dreamt like a woman in a house of boys with a bathroom that doesn't lock.

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  4. Oh, you're right! I don't have to punch anyone in the head around here, but there is a total lack of privacy and the slime monster is right on.

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  5. I've noticed that when I keep trying to find a bathroom in my dreams, I finally wake up and realize my bladder it trying to tell me something.

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  6. Anne and I think alike. Did you have to pee really bad or something?

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  7. So I pretty much lived this nightmare today. Being pregnant, I have to go all the time. I took the boys to Sunset Park to feed the ducks and, of course, after the grueling ride of 30 minutes I really had to go. So I walked to the women's bathroom, stepped over a stream of unidentified liquid on the floor and found two narrow, shallow stalls with no doors. What the heck? I almost pinched myself to see if i had drifted to sleep at some point, but I vividly remembered the trip there and it wasn't weird. What kind of world is this when the port-a-cans by the softball fields look really great?

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