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I didn't sleep Sunday nite cuz i stayed up to work on my 3D Maya vein full of blood cells for my animation, so my dreams last nite were sleep-deprived in addition to being extra depraved.
I had my reccurring Trainspotting-esqe gotta-go-to-the-bathroom-REALLY-bad-but-the-only-toilet-around-is-the-dirtiest-one-in-the-world
-but-i-use-it-anyway-cuz-i'm-just-that-desperate dream again last nite. The bathroom is usually different each time i have this dream, but several elements are always the same:
1) Vileness factor (The unoccupied toilets are always nauseatingly filthy)
2) Embarassment factor (there's never any privacy cuz there are rarely doors on the stall and the bathroom is usually crowded with other people i know personally)
Remember: this is only a dream...
Last nite's dream bathroom was a public restroom in a bus station that only had one toilet. Luckily the bathroom was totally unoccupied, but unluckily, the toilet was in the dead center of the tiny bathroom and it didn't have any walls around it. This time i was so desperate that i didn't even have time to check to see how nasty the toilet was before jumping on it with my legs wrapped around the tank part (straddling it like when you turn a chair around backwards). I think i probably sat this way for privacy so my frontside was blocked from view by the tank if anyone were to walk into the bathroom.
No sooner had i sat down when someone DID walk into the bathroom. It was a reallife friend (as opposed to a dream friend) from middle & high school that I hadn't seen since he joined the Navy to serve on nuclear subs. He didn't seem at all uncomfortable about the weird situation he'd found me in and he didn't seem to notice how em-BARE-ASS-ed i was cuz he walks up to me and asks, "Have you ever taught someone to swim?" I thought he was asking me to teach him, but when I said "No", he reponded, "I just taught someone to swim." That's when i noticed that he was wearing wet swimtrunks. He then jumped up in the air, grabbed ahold of a waterpipe that running along the ceiling, and he began doing pullups. With his feet daggling by my face as i still sat on the toilet he asked, "How long can you hold your breath?"
The dream continued with a bus ride, but since i have to catch a bus in real life (time for class), I'll just stop my dreamlog there and do a quick self-analysis of the bathroom part.
I'm not entirely sure why i have re-occurring dreams about having to go to the bathroom. Usually i have to go to the bathroom right after i wake up from one of these dreams, but it's a Catch-22: i don't know if i'm having these dreams because I really have to go to the bathroom, or if I have to go to bathroom because i had one of the these dreams. Either way, the notable thing about these dreams is the self-deprecation invovled. I am forced to do something that i both physically disgusting and emotionally embarassing.
The fact that the bathroom was in a bus station stems from my real-world sitiuation. My car is currently in the shop (so to speak cuz it's at my parent's house in Ventura while my dad, brother, and neighbor fix it), so that means I have to bum rides off of friends or take the bus around Los Angeles for a week. I've got class at UCLA today in a couple hours, so I'll have to take the bus, which i hate doing cuz the bus is always crowded with schoolkids cuz there are several elementary, middle, AND high schools on the route that i take.
Maybe that's why an old friend i've known since middle school showed up in the bus station bathroom in my dream. Whatever the reason for his cameo, I can't deny the bizarre homo-erotic undertones of the sitiuation: me with my pants down staddling something, him wearing wet swimtrunks doing pullups... pretty weird things in the head of a guy who just celebrated his 5 year anniversary with his girlfriend.
I realize no one's probably ever gonna read this, but it feels weird to be typing about something this personal and psychotic in public.