Dream Journal
I went into a unisex bathroom with Jason. The stalls were all full save for one recently vacated by two fighting men. Jason and I argued politely over who should take the stall, in a ‘no, you first’ manner. He convinced me to take it while he sat in a waiting chair for another stall to open up.
I sat down on the toilet and realized that the stall walls were not low enough to the floor. I was barefoot. I could see quite a bit of the toilets in the stalls next to mine and worried that the men occupying those stalls could see my bum.
I repeated the dream, but this time wore black high heels. My heel kept slipping into one inch of water sitting in a small depression at the base of the toilet.
Themes: Toilet