Nigger1488 on Nostr: #dreamjournal I was going to post this on fedi but then I thought to myself "you know ...
#dreamjournal I was going to post this on fedi but then I thought to myself "you know what- this feels like a nostr post" so I'm going to post it here. Here goes:
Had a really fucked up nightmare last night about public toilets. I was in a class and I asked if I could go to the toilet and the teacher said "take some buddies to go with you" so I got 2 friends and said verbatim "wtf I haven't needed a buddy to go to the toilet since kindergarten someone must have been brutally raped." We have to climb a ladder in a library to get to this toilet and when we get there it's a scene from a horror movie. There's shit and refuse everywhere, a literal half-decayed body on the floor with hundreds of needles sticking out next to a pile of dirty rubber gloves for some reason. Another girl is hanging dead from the ceiling. But dream logic just tells me I need to shit and to ignore everything. The first stall looks clean but the door is gone, so I step over piles of god-knows-what to open the doors to the other stalls- the bowls of which are so piled up with shit as to make them impossible to sit on, so I'm forced to go to the clean but doorless stall. I proceed to sit down. The girl that hung herself is visible from this stall and now there is also her demon double floating next to the body, staring at me. Suddenly common sense kicks in and I decide I'm just going to fucking leave - I would rather shit anywhere else. My friends are also gone at this point - I don't know where they went, I remember one of them exclaiming something when the door to the bathroom was opened but after that they were just fucking gone. I was also vaguely concerned about missing class for too long 🤓. When I got up to leave I turned around and noticed the bowl was now clogged up with a log of this thick pink stuff - like what they make chicken nuggets out of. The scary thing is I didn't actually shit at all - I don't know where it came from. At this point I woke up. Please don't perform a jungian/freudian analysis of this - I don't want to know. I hope you enjoyed reading my note.
Had a really fucked up nightmare last night about public toilets. I was in a class and I asked if I could go to the toilet and the teacher said "take some buddies to go with you" so I got 2 friends and said verbatim "wtf I haven't needed a buddy to go to the toilet since kindergarten someone must have been brutally raped." We have to climb a ladder in a library to get to this toilet and when we get there it's a scene from a horror movie. There's shit and refuse everywhere, a literal half-decayed body on the floor with hundreds of needles sticking out next to a pile of dirty rubber gloves for some reason. Another girl is hanging dead from the ceiling. But dream logic just tells me I need to shit and to ignore everything. The first stall looks clean but the door is gone, so I step over piles of god-knows-what to open the doors to the other stalls- the bowls of which are so piled up with shit as to make them impossible to sit on, so I'm forced to go to the clean but doorless stall. I proceed to sit down. The girl that hung herself is visible from this stall and now there is also her demon double floating next to the body, staring at me. Suddenly common sense kicks in and I decide I'm just going to fucking leave - I would rather shit anywhere else. My friends are also gone at this point - I don't know where they went, I remember one of them exclaiming something when the door to the bathroom was opened but after that they were just fucking gone. I was also vaguely concerned about missing class for too long 🤓. When I got up to leave I turned around and noticed the bowl was now clogged up with a log of this thick pink stuff - like what they make chicken nuggets out of. The scary thing is I didn't actually shit at all - I don't know where it came from. At this point I woke up. Please don't perform a jungian/freudian analysis of this - I don't want to know. I hope you enjoyed reading my note.