Dream Journal
Two girls and I went into a men’s bathroom to urinate because it was the only bathroom available to a large group of people.
The room was very dirty and rusty. One of the girls stood in front of the last stall’s door and pushed it open. She selected the last stall because it looked to be the cleanest of the four stalls. But once the door was open, we could see the toilet was clogged and overflowing. The other stalls were in worse condition. I thought that the women’s restroom at the top of the other tower would be clean and probably empty.
I stepped through the door to the other tower’s roof behind a man and his 10-year-old son. The rooftop was decorated with trees and plants. There were monsters among the trees; some were very, very tall, and some looked like buildings with arms and eyes.
I wasn’t afraid of these monsters, and they fascinated the little boy. But his father was wary and pulled the boy closer to himself. I walked over to the edge of the building, surveying the city and its lights.
I found the bathroom door and stepped through it into a dark room. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that I was in an antechamber to the actual restroom. There were couches and tables and chairs set up, and Steve and one of his friends had fallen asleep on two of the couches.
Staring at Steve sleeping on his back, I whispered to myself to keep quiet and not wake him, and then I went into the next room. I decided to not turn on the light in this second room so as to not wake the sleeping men.
I ran through the room and into the third, which I happily found to be lit and the room with the toilets. Steve was then behind me and asked what I was doing. I felt guilty and didn’t know what to tell him.