Dream Journal
I was with a small group of people on the side of a hill when one of the group members needed to use a restroom. I asked if there was a bathroom nearby and was told that there was one at the reservoir. As we drove there, I told the little girl in our group a story about how I used to swim at the reservoir when I was younger, but now no one was allowed to do that.
We followed a dirt path toward the reservoir and went through a large metal gate. There was a large one-story cement building with many doors surrounding the reservoir.
We hopped out of the van and a security guard approached us and asked for our identification before we would be admitted. I told him that my driver’s license was in the van and went back to get it. I rummaged through my purse until I found it, and then returned to the guard.
I handed my identification to him; he looked at the picture, then at me, and asked me if I was really born in 1959 and if my name was really [male name]. Confused, I grabbed the driver’s license back from him and saw that it was not mine.
I told the guard that this was not my identification, and I did not know why it was in my purse. I went back to the van and looked for a long time for my license. When I finally found it, I walked back over to the building to find that all of the people who had previously been milling about were no longer there—they were presumably inside the building.
The guard was quite a ways away from the building talking to a woman in a long white coat. I considered just walking inside without showing my identification because no one would see me, but decided that I should show the guard my ID anyway.
When he saw me, I told him that the other piece of identification had been mailed to my old roommate, and it was his ID. It was a perfectly logical explanation, and I was proud to have remembered it.
The guard let me inside and I headed straight for the bathroom because I knew I would find my group there. The restroom was quite large and bright. There were two sides: the left led to the toilets and the right to something else. I went to the left and scooped the little girl that was in our group up into my arms as she waited for her mother.
Themes: Left Behind, Toilet