Dream Journal
In the changing room of a thrift store were six bathroom stalls. One of the stalls was very clean. I sat down on the toilet to urinate, but the bowl was cracked down the middle so that when I put my weight on it, the bowl collapsed and I fell onto the dirty floor.
The other stalls were very dirty, but I kept checking one stall after the other just in case I missed one. I really needed to pee, but was still holding a pile of thrifted clothes in my hands and I didn’t know where to put them.
Themes: Toilet