Dream Journal
I walked into the gym locker room after my workout and was shocked that all of the lockers had been torn out. I glanced at the shower and saw that the only stall was empty. I was surprised at how large the locker room was without any of the lockers, but knew they would be replacing the old wooden ones with bright red lockers with attached locks.
I grabbed a towel and headed back to the shower, but when I got back to it there was a man in the shower. He was so tall that I could see his entire head over the shower door. I stopped and stared at him in the shower, wondering if the men’s locker room was completely disabled.
I turned to my right and saw three women in the hot tub. I was on my period and really wanted a shower, but decided the hot tub would be better than waiting for the man to get out of the shower.
I put my towel down and stepped into the hot tub without removing any of my clothes. I worried about my menstrual blood seeping into the hot tub and stopped, standing knee-deep in the hot tub, not knowing what to do.
Themes: Toilet
I was staying at my parents’ house in my old bedroom. I was getting ready for bed and had to pee, but the bathrooms were out of commission. My parents had set up an old cot in the middle of the basement living room to use until the bathrooms were fixed.
I went out into the living room and found my dad was getting ready to sleep on the couch right next to the cot. I laid down on the cot and pulled the blankets up to my chin so that I could pull my pants down and pee, but was very uncomfortable with my dad there.
While I laid there wondering how to get him to leave, Lacey jumped up on the cot and I told her to get down. Dad cracked a joke and then got up to let Lacey outside.
I tried to hurry up and pee while he was gone. I pulled my knees back and out and felt pressure on my bladder, but couldn’t urinate.
Judy had invited me to Jayme’s birthday party despite having just divorced B. It was a lovely sunny afternoon and I sat at an outdoor table with Judy and another woman.
I was having a very nice time and was in the middle of telling a funny story when Melissa snuck up behind me and kissed my forehead so lightly that it tickled. I giggled, rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand, and turned around to tell her to not tickle.
When I had turned back to the table to resume my story, Judy had sat back in her chair when previously she had been leaning forward and engaged with my story. She was rolling her eyes and shaking her head in disapproval.
I didn’t understand why she was so upset that my sister had interrupted my story. I got up from the table and went inside the cabin where the others were.
I excused myself from the party and went into the tree house to use the bathroom. When I sat on the toilet, a man opened the door. He saw me sitting on the toilet topless and apologized for interrupting. I wondered why I had taken my shirt off and told him that he wasn’t interrupting.
He came in and went to the other side of the room: it was a large sewing/craft room with a toilet in one corner. I reached to the floor on my left for my shirt and wonder how weird it would look without my bra on. I thought the man was very attractive, tan, broad shouldered, and curly sandy blonde hair.
I was sitting at my desk at work and heard a lot of noise coming from across the hall: there was a high school graduation going on in the auditorium, and many attendees were screaming in excitement.
Standing outside the door, I wished I could attend and be as happy and excited as everyone else, but the door was closed and I had to work.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom. There were four stalls on my right, three of which were occupied. I pushed open the door to the last (handicapped) stall and saw the toilet had no seat on it.
There were three women already waiting for the three stalls, so I walked to the other side of the restroom and the second set of four stalls. There was a large crowd of people waiting for these stalls, and every stall was full. When one door would open, someone would push through the crowd to be the first one in the bathroom.
There was no order on this side of the restroom and no line; it was chaos. Men and women both pushed and shoved for a stall while children hollered at each other. I was jostled around a bit and, with my full bladder, decided to try the first side of the restroom. It was now just as crowded as the second side.
I left the restroom and went outside. I found my high school friends sitting on logs near a cold campfire near a small lake.
I sat on a log next to KatiAnn and made a joke about the bathrooms and everyone laughed. KatiAnn looked aroundat the burnt area to my right and the lake to my left, and said quietly that it was the last time to happen like this.
I realized the graduation ceremony had taken place here and not inside. I wondered what the burnt area was for. Everyone sitting around the cold campfire was very solemn, thinking about the past and the changes of the future.
I realized that my joke had been very inappropriate in the current mood. I hadn’t realized it was a serious moment and felt bad for my joke.
Themes: Toilet
I sat at my work computer, looking at Rachael’s desk across the room. I wanted to tell her about B’s text message, but she wasn’t there yet. She finally arrived all aflutter and distracted. Her friend arrived, and they discussed something important at her desk. I decided to not wait any longer.
There was a large crowd outside the church because classes were starting soon. I could see a camera operator and reporter standing on the sidewalk; I waved to the camera and then noticed it wasn’t pointed at me.
I pushed my way through the school kids and, once inside, headed for the bathroom. I found the two bathrooms inside had been combined into one classroom because the church needed more space.
I saw a small closet on the left side of the classroom that had become the women’s bathroom. Inside the small closet I found two doors into the small toilet closet. The other door had a large hole in the bottom of it, as though the bottom panel was missing.
I spent a lot of time trying to block the hole by propping up my bag, then saw that the toilet wasn’t attached to the hole in the floor. I looked for the men’s bathroom, but it wasn’t enclosed behind walls yet.
I looked at the toilet for a while. My mom walked into the classroom and asked if I was ready to go.
I was on a school trip and we had stopped for the night. There were makeshift beds on all surfaces as us students tried to settle down for sleep.
I headed toward the locker room, and stepped into the bathroom stall. The door nearly fell off its hinges when I tried to latch it. I sat down to pee, and the door had disappeared along with the walls around me. A guy I went to high school with was sitting on a toilet on my left.
There were many people walking by. I stood up and wiped quickly so that no would would see. I dropped the toilet paper into the bowl and it stuck a little to my thigh, causing the paper to unwad. The guy next to me looked over and saw the toilet paper all red from my period. I looked at him and said, “Yuck.” He looked up at my eyes with a horrified look on his face. “That’s what I was thinking,” he said.
I was then filling my water bed with water in a corner of the girls’ room while Steve was lying on it. There was some problem with the waterbed, so I turned off the water and all of the water I had just put inside of it soaked into the liner. I worried that I had damaged the mattress underneath.
It was evening and I stood on the sidewalk the next day. Matt caught me and put his arm around my waist. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips while I expected a kiss on the cheek. I could see Steve over his shoulder. Matt was sad that I was leaving, but wanted me to be happy. He told me to come back for a visit soon.
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.
I was sitting on the floor in the Junior Class hallway of the high school when, at the other end of the hallway, I saw a large crowd of people surrounding a small girl. She looked scared so I broke up the group and guided her away. I took the girl to my small black car in the parking lot and drove her to my mother’s house.
The girl needed to use the restroom, so I showed her to the bathroom in the basement. She stared at the toilet, seeming afraid to even step into the room, so I went in with her. She stripped completely naked and tried to stand on the toilet, but I made her sit down.
I sat on the on the second toilet and urinated while I could hear a torrential fall of urine into her toilet. While she was still peeing she stood up and turned around to flush, spraying urine all over me and the bathroom. I grabbed her arm, turned her around, and forced her to sit back down.
Again she tried to stand up, but I pulled her back down before she got urine all over. I finished and pulled my pants back up and waited for her to finish. She looked at me in confusion, as though she had never completely emptied her bladder before.
After she was done I handed her a bath towel, instructed she dry herself off, and then I helped her put her clothes back on. Coming out of the bathroom I saw the time was 8:39 — classes had already started: we were late for school.
I hurried her upstairs, waved goodbye to my mother, and we jumped into my little black car which was parked next to my mom’s little black car. We made it most of the way to the top of the hill at the start of the driveway when my car turned into a sled.
There was a large dark dog in it, and the sled, with the dog still on it, took off down the driveway a ways before I couild catch it. The sled ended up in the ditch on the corner, and I ran after it. I had to get the dog to the school, but knew at this rate that would never happen in time.
Themes: Toilet
I was at my parents’ house and had to urinate. When I got into the bathroom in the basement there was a lot of poop in the toilet. I went to the upstairs bathroom and there was more poop in that toilet. The toilet in my parents’ bedroom had even more poop in the toilet. I decided I could wait and wondered if it was my dad’s doing.
I was in a swimming pool with a lot of other people. I got out of the pool and headed toward the locker rooms to shower and change. I pulled open the door to the ladies’ locker room and saw a lot of boys inside.
The locker room was huge, probably ten times larger than any I had ever been in before. The boys were all part of a sports team, and they were gathered in one area listening to their coach’s instructions. I wandered around the different areas of the locker room but there was no place for me to change or shower.
I asked a few different teachers in charge about where I could change, but they didn’t see a problem with my changing in the locker room. “But there are boys in the locker room!” I kept telling them, but they didn’t understand.
I went outside the building and ran into Grant who told me I could probably use the teachers’ bathroom located in a different building down the hill. It was a bright sunny early summer afternoon and I was in a wheelchair pulling myself along with my lefts.
A boy stood behind me wanting to ask Grant something when Grant turned to find a key to the teachers’ bathroom for me. I turned to the boy and say, “You might as well push me.” He pushes me after Grant but I had to hold my legs up so as to not drag them on the ground because the chair was too low for me.
Grant stopped by Donna Smith who stood with a few other teachers. I told her about the boys in the locker room and she let me use her key. I walked down the hill toward the teachers’ locker room and found all the lights off.
Before I was able to unlock the door, Rachael came around the corner of the building and asked me if I knew anything about the letter she held. She told me the letter was from Grant. She pointed to a power outlet on the wall and its cover falls off, revealing four red pansies which were also from Grant.
She read the letter aloud to me. In it, Grant said that they had had a great thing but it was time for them to part ways. He told her that he was very sorry about all of this, they had had some fun times but it was best if they parted ways.
I told Rachael that it sounded like he was breaking up with her. Which confused both of us because they were never romantically involved.
Themes: Toilet
I sat at my parents’ dining room table in their basement. My mother, sister-in-law Jen, brother John and I were mass-producing a large number of cupcakes. I had brought a few cans of spray frosting to make the process go faster. I handed one can of frosting to my mother and I took another. The frosting came out of the cans very fancy and pretty. I frosted a few cupcakes when my frosting can sputtered and splattered frosting everywhere. I said, “Fuck!” and knew immediately that I shouldn’t have said that in front of my mother, but chose to not say anything or look guilty so as to draw any more attention to it.
Since that had been the last can of spray frosting, I announced that I would make another run to town and get more frosting cans since they seemed to be working nicely. I ran up the stairs and out to my car in the parking spot next to my mom’s car, the one I used in high school. Melissa was sitting in the passenger’s seat of my car ready to go.
My dad was leaning into the open driver’s side door. I saw him grab a plastic container about the size of a piece of paper and had a bubble at one end to hold one of my new contacts. From the porch I could see him place the bubble up to his eye and push the contact onto it. Then he turned and ran off.
I was angry that he had taken one of my contacts. Melissa stood out of the car and asked me to run back inside and grab the jacket she left on the pool table upstairs.
Back inside I walked towards an upright piano that sat on stage in a concert hall. I sat down at it and fingered the ivory keys. I needed to urinate on the keys, but before I was able to even stand I heard someone tell me to play something. I looked up and Bjorn was sitting in the third row. He was leaned forward, anxious to hear me play.
I turned back toward the piano and tried to remember one of the songs I had memorized back in high school. I could hear them in my head but could not remember where to put my fingers. I wished I had my sheet music with me.
I drove my car through a gigantic parking lot and parked at the end furthest from the building so as to be out of the way. My mother’s car is parked there, as is a friend’s truck.
We all drove to the building entrance in my mom’s car and stood around outside talking for a while before my Mom got into her car and left.
I thought I had driven my car to the front of the building, but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I figured I must have left it at the other end of the parking lot.
I was walking through the giant parking lot toward my car when a bus drove by and stopped ahead of me. The side doors opened and the volunteer work group from Ohio leaned out and told me they had an extra seat for me so I would not have to walk.
I told them my car was just ahead, but thanked them for the offer. I walked the length of the bus and B got out of the front door. He tried to convince me to ride home on the bus with him. He wobbled around a bit, his legs gave way, and I sat him down on the steps of the bus.
I asked him what was going on with him. He looked sick and very, very tired. I put him back on the bus and sat him next to Matt. I told them I would be home soon. The bus drove off and I turned toward the end of the parking lot and my car.
An interior hallway now existed where the rest of the parking lot used to be. A professionally-dressed woman walked around the entrance reading some loose papers in her hand. I looked all around and decided to see where the hallway led.
I went down the hall a long way and came to an intersection with another hall. I went back to the entrance and asked the woman if she knew the way to my car. “Take a right,” she told me.
Back at the intersection of the two hallways I saw a door on my left that I did not remember seeing previously. I saw that she meant the hallway through that door and went down it. I followed it for some time and ended up in a mens’ bathroom.
I went into one stall with giant steel doors. There was no handle on the outside, so I had to pull on it from the top to open it. I saw there was also no latch on the inside. I needed to urinate but realized that I would probably be interrupted because that is what happens in all of my other dreams.
Instead of emptying my bladder I stepped out of the stall and looked at all of the toiletry items lined up on the counters around the walls and round table in the center of the room.
The coach was sitting at the table looking through reports. I told him that I had lost my perfume, explaining why I was in the mens’ restroom looking at the toiletries. I picked up one bottle that looked like mine, but it smelled different.
I rubbed the coach’s shoulders, thanked him, and started out the door to find my way back to my car. Another man sitting at the table with the coach sneered and asked if I was really dependent on my vehicle. I knew that he disapproved of my laziness.
I told him yes, I was very dependent on my vehicles, both my car and my bicycle. His face turned red with shame and said, “I didn’t realize you rode a bicycle. But I guess there is a lot I don’t know about you.” And at nearly the exact same time I told him, “There is a lot you don’t know about me.”
I was flying to Europe with B and a small child. Flying over Paris we could see a huge new airstrip being built in the middle of the city. It was built almost vertically in order to save space.
We flew close to the airstrip so that we could land and the woman sitting next to me gt sick seeing all of the people and trucks stand sideways on it near the top. The decorative top of the airstrip — six large diamonds — was not yet done.
The strip was shaped somewhat like a track: oval exterior runway with a body of water in its center. We landed pointing down towards the ground as other planes on the other side were taking off pointing towards the sky.
We got out of the plane and had to slide the remainder of the way to the ground through a green field on our butts. I pretended to mow the green grass with my hands. I was sad there were no flowers in the field.
In the near distance I could see another tall item above the surrounding buildings. It was grey and not close to finished. I wondered what it was going to be.
I walked through a ton of little shops looking for a bathroom. No one was talking, and when I asked someone a question their answer scrolled by the bottom of the screen in text, much like a video game. A kind person pointed me towards an unmarked door that led to a giant bathroom.
There were three rooms in the bathroom, each filled with men and women. The bathroom was unisex, but I didn’t care.
I then needed to find gas for my car so we could drive to England. I could see a gas station on my Gameboy map. I moved my character towards it, down corridors and around corners, killing any animals I touched.
Themes: Toilet
I had to urinate really bad. I was barely able to make it to my mom’s basement bathroom.
I pulled the toilet lid and seat up and then almost fell in. There was no time to put the seat down, however, because I had already begun urinating. I thought about trying to put the seat down while I was emptying my bladder, but knew that would make a mess. There was a lot of urine coming out of my bladder and it fell into the toilet forcefully.
I held myself up with my arms as I peed. I looked down at my lap and saw that I had been holding myself up with my arms for so long that my hips were tilted wrong and pointed over the edge of the toilet. My urine was missing the toilet and falling onto the floor.
There was a lot of urine on the floor. My socks were soaked yellow from it. When I was finally done emptying my bladder I used my clothes to try and sop up all of the urine.
I wondered how I would walk out of the bathroom completely naked and holding urine-soaked clothes without anyone noticing.
Themes: Toilet
I pulled my car into a parking lot late at night. The front tires of my car were dangerously close to the edge of a cliff.
I started to get out of the car when the edge gave way and the tires fell over the edge. I knew that if I got back into the car it would continue to fall from my extra weight, so I picked up the front end a bit and bound the car back away from the edge.
Inside was a laboratory that opened up over the deep ocean. We had placed strong and expensive machinery at the bottom of the ocean and were monitoring them. One large piece of machinery had just been moved when I arrived—a shark had pulled it over to the edge of the cliff and pushed it off.
There was one more piece of machinery, shaped with a large round disk on one end and a long piece connecting it to a smaller cube at the other. I chased the shark that carried the second piece of machinery and managed to grab hold of it before it tumbled over the cliff.
I wasn’t able to hold onto it and it slipped from my fingers. Back on the walkway, my mom was looking through our database for one of the kid’s parents’ phone number. We couldn’t find it.
Then I was in my parents’ home. John and Heidi came in after me and Melissa and Carrie followed them: they had all driven down to Homer together. Heidi went on and on about how wonderful Carrie was and told John that Carrie had made their bed for them.
She told Carrie that Heidi would do something tremendous for her, and Carrie seemed embarrassed about all the fuss. I was jealous that Carrie and Melissa were focused so much on John and Heidi and barely said hi to me.
They left to go see their bed and B and I went for a walk through town. At one street corner he asked me if I remembered a specific incident back before we got married; I did remember it and was surprised he had remembered it.
We headed to a party. Inside there was a main check-in type counter with hard joke-y male thongs hanging below it and plastic toys on top that resembled genitals and hair. I didn’t get a good look at them but knew they were supposed to gross people out.
I was carrying a giant black thong in my left hand and swung it around when I walked by the desk, knocking a bunch of them onto the floor. I told the guys behind the counter that I had my own thong, thankyouverymuch, then became self-conscious of its size and wondered if the guys noticed it was quiet large.
B and I walked down a trailer hallway and I needed to use the bathroom. There was no handle on my side of the door, so he helped close it from the hallway and I locked it with a tiny slide latch.
I sat down and was about to empty my bowels when the door and wall shook. The wall was not made of wood, but of a heavy canvas and so it moved quite a bit.
I thought B was playing so I yelled for him to cut it out. I could see the shoes through a little gap under the wall and they did not belong to B. The man in the hallway dropped to the floor and stuck his head under the wall.
I jumped up and, with my back towards the intruder, pulled up my underwear and pants, but I was still naked from the waist up. I turned around with my arms over my breasts and saw that the man was Bruce.
I yelled at him to get out, but he couldn’t undo the door lock. I unlocked the door with my left hand, my right still covering myself, and he stood in the hallway muttering.
B walked by with a cigarette in his mouth, freshly lit. I was shocked that he was smoking, but the intruder needed to be taken care of first. I told B what had happened and that I was quite upset, expecting him to become upset that his friend had barged in on his naked wife in the bathroom.
He blew smoke into the hall and walked away muttering about how he was “going to do something” about it. I was shocked and hurt that he was taking it so lightly and wasn’t going to do something right then to uphold my honor.
B and I were visiting the Church of Christ in Wasilla. On our way inside I noticed two toilets sitting on top of stumps in the yard behind the church building. There were no walls around them.
Everyone moved around a lot during the service, but not in a dancing sort of way. It was more like everyone randomly changed pews. Everyone loved having us there visiting with my parents.
A woman up front held a bell like a microphone and invited B and I up front. As we stood up B bolted out the back door, leaving me standing there alone. I went up front without him, angry that he had weaseled out of this uncomfortable situation.
She prayed over me for a very long time while 80s music played in the background. I sank to my knees in front of her and raised my arms hoping that it would all be over soon. Everyone was dismissed to go to Sunday School and I saw a few women sitting on the commodes out back.
My hair was very pretty and curly. I followed my parents home. In the downstairs bathroom I saw a set of lights hanging over the sink that haven’t worked in years. There was a lot of stuff in that bathroom that hadn’t been used in years.
I grabbed a screwdriver and took down the broken lights, ripping them from the wall when it wouldn’t come off. I took all of the old stuff down.
Themes: B, Left Behind, Toilet
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
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
I turned around to flush the toilet, and watched the bowl fill with bright blue water. I didn’t remember putting one of those blue tablet things in the tank, so I removed the lid of the tank and peered inside. There was no blue tablet or dye of any sort that would make the toilet water blue. I wondered how it was blue without a tablet, but when I replaced the tank lid the water in the bowl was returning to clear.
I came out of the bathroom with my hair heavy and dripping wet. I held it carefully off of my back and clothes, but made no attempt to ring the water out of it. B and I were getting ready for a motorcycle ride.
I fiddled with my hair, and then turned to him. B was wearing a deep red, velvet, and zippered hooded sweatshirt. I pulled open the chunky gold zipper and revealed his naked chest. I opened my bathrobe, exposed my breasts, and then went to him as he fell back onto a twin-sized bed.
I wanted to straddle him while he kissed me sitting up, but he pulled me to the side so that I was lying on my back and he was on top of me.
There was some church function going on at my apartment. I was sitting on the toilet and had a little tiny poop sticking out of my anus when I noticed a woman standing at the bathroom door looking horrified. I realized that I had forgotten to close the door - I was used to being home alone.
I quickly pulled my pants up (a pair of B’s black sweat pants) in order to downplay the embarrassment of the situation and make the woman think nothing of it.
Out in the living room, I mingled with the church members until I found a time and place where I could discretely reach into the back of my sweat pants and wipe away the offending poo with a cream colored napkin.
I held the poopy napkin in my hand while I made my way towards the trash to throw it away. I hoped no one could see it or smell it like I could.
Themes: Toilet
I gave my niece Taylor specific instructions and sent her into the bathroom to carry them out. I knew that what I had told her was terrible advice, yet I hardly felt guilty about it. After a while, I could hear Taylor in the bathroom calling out for her grandma.
I was sitting on couch watching television and called into the dining room on my right for my mother to go help Taylor. I interrupted a conversation my mom was having with another woman.
Then I stepped into the bathroom to check on Taylor’s progress. Taylor’s mom, Heidi, is sitting on the toilet without any pants and Taylor is standing beside her. Heidi held out her cream-covered fingers and asked me if this vaginal yeast infection medication was supposed to stay in its capsule form of if she needed to break it apart with their fingers like Taylor suggested.
Themes: Toilet
I had a large crush on Robert. We were in some special ops diving group together; everyone in the group was wearing heavy diving suits. We stood in a circle around a hole in the floor of our vessel. One by one, the group members fell back first into the hole and swam under the water backwards. Robert fell in just before I did. Swimming backwards, I went under the water and through a small tunnel.
I then had to urinate, so I go into my mother’s coatroom at the back of her house. There are still a lot of coats, snow pants, hats, gloves, and boots still in the room. I pushed aside a coat to reveal a skinny urinal.
I unzipped my diving suit from my legs up to my crotch. Then I unsnapped my pants like one would unsnap baby clothing to change a diaper. I thought how fortunate I was to have layers like this so I wouldn’t have to completely undress to go to the bathroom.
Once my layers were undone, I backed up to the urinal and began to urinate. A few drops of urine fell onto the boots below the urinal, so I tried rotating my pelvis further back to get better aim.
When I was finished and snapping up my clothing, Damon appeared to my left and leaned over to flush the urinal for me. He saw I got urine on the handle and decided against touching it. I looked on the other side of the small coatroom and found a really fancy toilet paper roll. It was a natural cotton brown color and had a matching tassel. I tore off the tassel and used a few sheets to wipe off the sides of the urinal. I balanced the tassel on the roll and replaced it back to its hook.
I was running through a locker room trying to find a place to urinate. I passed rows and rows of toilets without stalls, opting for the row at the end of the aisle.
When I turned the corner into this last row, I saw a large number of teenage girls dressed up and dancing - they were performing a sacred ritual. Not wanting to interrupt, I backtracked a row and selected a toilet in the middle of one wall; stalls lined the opposite wall.
As I turned to sit down, one of the girls involved in the ritual appeared directly in front of me; she was dancing. Not being able to wait any longer and no longer caring about disrupting their ritual, I sat on the toilet.
I was wearing a light purple thong and instead of pulling it down to my knees, I pulled my legs up until they were sticking up into the air and then pulled the back of my thong away from my body.
Melissa was now sitting on my right and watching to make sure I didn’t get any urine on my thong. At that point, a small group of guys in their early twenties appeared in the aisle heading towards the ritual row. I was embarrassed to be in such a compromising position.
I was helping a guy with some science project he was doing for work. We were on the side of a green hill and it was a beautiful, sunny day. He was very good-looking, but a bit slow. He also turned out to be very funny. After a few days of helping him with his project, I had fallen for him. And I liked to think that he had fallen for me a little bit as well.
He invited me to a concert at his church that night. We held hands the entire walk inside; I was in love. Just as we wove our way through the pews to get a good seat, I needed to urinate. I excused myself and went on a search for a bathroom.
I found numerous girls’ rooms, but each one had a long line. I thought I had remembered seeing one between two doors, but when I asked the usher, he told me no. There were no boys’ rooms in sight. When I finally found a boys’ room, I told the pastor (in whom I had enlisted help) that I was going to go in. He looked horrified, but at least didn’t try to stop me.
I yelled into the room that I was about to come in. There was one guy in a stall that was zipping up as I announced this. He was very surprised that I was in the bathroom. There weren’t any urinals in the room.
I chose a stall that didn’t have anything in it: no toilet, no stall, not even a drain. I went into the neighboring stall and saw that the door didn’t go all the way down to the floor - it barely came to my knees. I spread out my skirt in order to cover myself appropriately and squatted down.
My bladder was feeling as though it were going to burst. But no matter how I relaxed my bladder muscles, I could not pee. Then two girls came in and insisted on sitting on my lap. The girl on my left asked if I were going to marry her brother. She said that she liked me a lot - I was his best girlfriend yet.
All this while I tried concentrating on releasing my flow of urine, but it never came. So I got the girls off of my lap and left the bathroom.
I saw Tina and followed to her seat. She was holding a baby, but there was no room for me to sit with her. I ended up standing with a group of women in the aisle.
Themes: Toilet
A group of people and I are driving really fast down the road on motorcycles. I take off my headband so I didn’t lose it - I am not wearing a helmet. I was looking for the spot to place my extra pen, but I couldn’t find it. I decided to toss it onto the seat behind me. But because I was driving the motorcycle at such high speeds, I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off the road for too long. I decide to glance over my shoulder and toss the pen; it lands nice and safely on the back bench seat.
We arrive at a huge mansion. We were invited, so we go in even though no one is currently there. The place is much messier than one would expect a mansion to be, and there are tarps over a few items as though it were being prepared for some sort of renovation. We all get really excited about staying here and split into groups to scope out the place. I need to urinate, so I set off in search of a toilet.
The bathroom I find is huge; behind a large curtain is a large hot tub. It has no water in it, but is covered by a dark brown foam thing. Another girl comes in to inspect the large bathroom and I show her the hot tub. She jumps onto the brown thing before I can warn her that there is no water in it. The brown foam is cushy enough so as to not hurt her tailbone.
I wanted her to leave so that I could use the toilet, but at that moment we heard outside a large rumbling, as though a semi truck were driving through the room we stood in. I look out the window and see what appears to be a monster truck driving into the parking lot. It was a vibrant blue with huge black tires. It was so large that as it pulled up the building to park, the driver’s and passenger’s heads were level (perhaps a bit above) the third story window. Both of the men had very dark hair. The passenger had a shaggy beard and was overweight.
As I saw theses two figures, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled toward the window. I wanted to position myself just under the windowsill so that the two men would not see me. But it was too late. The passenger stared at me and sneered. There was hate in his eyes; I was terribly frightened.
The girl and I felt prisoners in the bathroom that now felt so small; we were unable to leave the room. After a few moments of the men sitting in the truck, the driver revved the engine quite hard. He held down the gas for well over a half hour. The house shook violently and the sound was near deafening.
I was able to join the rest of the group in another room. I rushed to the window where two of the boys were standing agape. I saw the rushing wind coming from the large trucks exhaust and knew what was to happen next. A small black car that was parked on the other side of the parking lot and directly behind the large truck was pushed by the exhaust to the right. It slammed into a large fence and crumbled like a piece of paper.
My red car was sitting a few spaces to the left of this now crushed black car, and I could see it shaking and the tires starting to come off the ground. I didn’t know who these two men were, or why they were doing this. But I did know that if they kept it up any longer, my car would look just like the black car.
Themes: Toilet
I was sitting on the toilet in a white bathroom pooping. The door was on my right and I was facing the bathtub. Jake, a lifelong friend, was out in the hallway waiting for me. As if the door were made of glass, I could see him pacing back and forth right outside the door, though he could not see me. I watched as he came close to the door, looked left and right, grabbed the door handle and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He popped the lock off the door and came in. Knowing what was coming, I was able to wipe whatever I had thus completed and pull my gray sweatpants half up. The door opened on its left side, he looked at me and grinned. Still trying to pull up my pants, I came to the door and made that comment that if he has to go that bad, be my guest.
He wouldn’t let me leave the bathroom. He gave me a sneer/grin and pushed me back in. I knew that he intended to rape me. I pulled the waistband of the sweats over my butt as he pushed me into the tub. Lying on my back, I had visions of how I needed to fight back - where I needed to plant the kicks and how to protect my body - but trying to implement them was not as easy as I had imagined. Every knee to the crotch and kick to the face either missed or was blocked.
I was then outside of the bathroom in a large banquet hall type room; he was still in the bathroom. I knew that I needed to run and hide, but if I went for the door he would surely see me and catch up because he ran much faster. I also knew that if I took any longer to find a place to hide he would come out of the bathroom and get me. So I ducked behind a short wall right next to the bathroom, knowing that being so close to him would be one of the last places he would look for me. I hid there and waited.
Then the room filled up with people from my hometown church for an after service potluck. There were round tables and chairs set up all throughout the room, every one filled with a person. I spied my grandparents standing at the other end of the room near the exit door - I hadn’t seen them in a few months. I got up and went over to them, knowing that if Jake came out of the bathroom, he would see me saying hi to my grandparents, not trying to escape. I was now wearing my short purple sarong and black tank top.
I hugged my grandmother and talked jovially about this and that. Keeping that everything-is-wonderful smile on my face, I then hugged my grandfather. As we were hugging, and retaining my smile, I whispered into his right ear, ‘Would you please take me home with you? I’m in grave danger.’ In the instance of that hug, I communicated my entire situation to him. With his arm still around my waist, he led me outside to his truck. This truck had a wide stripe down its side and was very, very tall. I had to be hoisted up onto the side step, and then crawl onto the seat. Mid crawl, I realized that I was probably flashing my grandfather with my short skirt, but it could no longer be helped.
Sitting in the passengers and he in the drivers seat, we began driving away from the building that was now the location of my grandparents home. I asked why we were leaving my grandmother - he told me that she knew her way home and enjoyed the exercise that walking gave her. We drove down the hill to my parent’s house. I looked in the side mirror and saw my grandmother running at full speed directly behind the truck. I felt very safe inside the cab of that truck.
My friend Matt was in a large bathtub filled with water, and Melissa, Pam, and I were going to join him. Melissa got in first and slid to the opposite end of the tub - as far away from Matt as possible. Then I got in and sat next to him so that Pam didn’t have to - I knew she didn’t like him. I had a towel held in front of me because I was naked and didn’t want Matt to see - we were, in fact, all naked. As soon as Pam got in the tub (she sat next to Melissa), the bathtub was incredibly crowded. Matt leaned over to whisper something in my ear and he ended up nibbling on it, but at an angle so that the other two couldn’t see. I really liked it, and he did it more and more often. We ended up in each other’s arms making out pretty heavily and I let my towel fall off. Melissa and Pam ended up getting out because Matt and I were taking up the whole tub. I was very aware of our nakedness. Afterwards, back in the living room area, he wouldn’t make eye contact with me. He ended up spending the rest of the night sitting on the toilet with diarrhea.
Themes: Matt, Melissa, Pam & Tina, Toilet