My stuffed animal pig had turned a deep red (instead of her usual powder pink). I said it was because she was sun-burned.
Was in a mall food court and saw an ex-boyfriend (looking exactly like his mid-20s self) even though it's been over 12 years. But when I stopped him, he seemed bewildered.
Louis C.K. was in my dream, can't remember what he was doing.
Had a couple hairless baby pandas in my kitchen. They started doing back flips all over the place, and I thought about opening the back door to let them outside, but then was afraid they'd run away. So I try to get them under a cardboard box with holes cut into it.
A guy who created super-powerful scents, using his own bodily smell. He was constantly sniffing his own crotch. His scents were sold black-market though, like drugs.
Peeing endlessly on the carpet.
Vincent Cassel wearing a Crips blue bandana do-rag on his head. I was in France with him and a German girl backpacker -- I couldn't speak any German.
Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bathroom. Show all posts
Monday, December 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Another pee dream
I'm a little worried about the state of my pee dreams. In this one, instead of frantically trying to find a bathroom and being faced with dirtiness and obstacles, I just copped a squat in a living room and let loose on the plush carpeting. I even ignored the fact that there were people behind me.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Fireworks and Fatherhood
Redneckhunter and I were at a fireworks show that was so close overhead that embers were falling down on top of us and singing our hair. No one minded, though, as it was so spectacular.
In a different dream, I was leaving for work very early in the morning. As I was heading to the front door, redneckhunter came running out with a naked little baby girl (presumably our baby), saying "Time to pee, time to pee, time to pee..." And I said, "Where are you going?" He was heading out to our front porch, he said, because she liked to pee out the window. "What?!" I cried, "You can't just let her pee out the window, it's going to become a bad habit. What are we going to do when she goes to school?"
In a different dream, I was leaving for work very early in the morning. As I was heading to the front door, redneckhunter came running out with a naked little baby girl (presumably our baby), saying "Time to pee, time to pee, time to pee..." And I said, "Where are you going?" He was heading out to our front porch, he said, because she liked to pee out the window. "What?!" I cried, "You can't just let her pee out the window, it's going to become a bad habit. What are we going to do when she goes to school?"
Friday, December 4, 2009
Pee dream turns ugly
In this version of my pee dream, I was in a bathroom stall, and I was having a lot of trouble controlling myself. I have never been pregnant or gone into labor, but I imagine that this was similar to one's water breaking. I just let out a torrent of water and blood all over the floor.
This must have been so alarming to the woman in the stall next to me, that she poked her head in under the dividing wall of the stall to see if I was alright. For whatever reason, this REALLY pissed me off. I grabbed her and actually started physically hitting her.
This must have been so alarming to the woman in the stall next to me, that she poked her head in under the dividing wall of the stall to see if I was alright. For whatever reason, this REALLY pissed me off. I grabbed her and actually started physically hitting her.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Another pee dream
One step closer to my probably inevitable decline to nighttime incontinence. This time in my dream, I actually did wet the bed. Redneckhunter was not upset - what a great guy.
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I couldn't let go.
I was with redneckhunter coming into to our entryway, and I was eating 1/2 of a very large peach. He started peeing and splashed me with pee. I got mad and tried protecting my peach, which only seemed to spur him to splash me more. There was pee spraying everywhere, it was like running under a garden sprinkler, I was completely soaked.
Then, we were in my parents' basement, packing for a trip. We were going somewhere with friends of ours - another couple. Everyone else was packed, they were just waiting for me. I was spending a lot of time packing my carry-on bag - books, mp3 player, headphones, etc. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't actually packed any clothes yet.
Then, we were in my parents' basement, packing for a trip. We were going somewhere with friends of ours - another couple. Everyone else was packed, they were just waiting for me. I was spending a lot of time packing my carry-on bag - books, mp3 player, headphones, etc. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't actually packed any clothes yet.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Urban to Suburban
I was with someone who was bringing me to their apartment. I think it was a gang girl (a bit like Snoop from The Wire), but maybe it could have been a Ghost Dog type of guy.)
Anyway, the place was in the midst of an industrial urban wasteland - nothing but abandoned factories and empty lots all around. We went into a run-down building, up a dark flight of stairs, to what I realized was the front door, which looked only like a large sheet of rusted steel. She/he put some kind of key into a barely discernible hole and into the "apartment" we went. Up another flight of dark stairs and into a minimally furnished but pretty unexpectedly nice place, which opened onto the rooftop of the building. I could tell the person really didn't want to be found, so I asked them whether they were ever worried about being spotted on the roof, by police helicopters and such.
The second part of the night, I was in Princeton in the early 1960s, riding in the back of a car driving down Washington Road, kissing Don Draper from Mad Men.
Anyway, the place was in the midst of an industrial urban wasteland - nothing but abandoned factories and empty lots all around. We went into a run-down building, up a dark flight of stairs, to what I realized was the front door, which looked only like a large sheet of rusted steel. She/he put some kind of key into a barely discernible hole and into the "apartment" we went. Up another flight of dark stairs and into a minimally furnished but pretty unexpectedly nice place, which opened onto the rooftop of the building. I could tell the person really didn't want to be found, so I asked them whether they were ever worried about being spotted on the roof, by police helicopters and such.
The second part of the night, I was in Princeton in the early 1960s, riding in the back of a car driving down Washington Road, kissing Don Draper from Mad Men.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Having to Go to the Bathroom
Don't know about other people, but when I dream about having to go to the bathroom, it's because I have to go to the bathroom in real life.
For most of my life, these dreams took a predictable form. The need to pee would become the most important concern in the dream, but invariably, all I'd be able to find would be the world's dirtiest bathroom (Trainspotting style). But then on top of that, the door won't close, or there are no doors period and tons of people (including men) around, or the toilet is up on some kind of platform that I have to climb up, or I have to stand on a platform and aim and pee down into a toilet from far above. And I'd try to go, but not be able to release, and then I'd wake up.
I always used to think, if I ever did actually go in my dream, that maybe I was wetting the bed. Well, recently, the dream goes exactly the same way, but I do actually start peeing in the dream. The last one a couple days ago involved aiming for a little bowl from a high platform under the watchful eye of a mean old Chinese cleaning lady. I did start peeing, an no, I didn't wet the bed. What happens now is that I can't stop peeing in the dream. So I wake up mid-pee.
Is it age? What's next for me in the world of pee dreams? If I stop peeing in the dream, does it mean I've wet the bed? Is the next milestone total incontinence?
For most of my life, these dreams took a predictable form. The need to pee would become the most important concern in the dream, but invariably, all I'd be able to find would be the world's dirtiest bathroom (Trainspotting style). But then on top of that, the door won't close, or there are no doors period and tons of people (including men) around, or the toilet is up on some kind of platform that I have to climb up, or I have to stand on a platform and aim and pee down into a toilet from far above. And I'd try to go, but not be able to release, and then I'd wake up.
I always used to think, if I ever did actually go in my dream, that maybe I was wetting the bed. Well, recently, the dream goes exactly the same way, but I do actually start peeing in the dream. The last one a couple days ago involved aiming for a little bowl from a high platform under the watchful eye of a mean old Chinese cleaning lady. I did start peeing, an no, I didn't wet the bed. What happens now is that I can't stop peeing in the dream. So I wake up mid-pee.
Is it age? What's next for me in the world of pee dreams? If I stop peeing in the dream, does it mean I've wet the bed? Is the next milestone total incontinence?
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