Ugh I had the wierdest fucking dream last night and it’s fading too quickly! Here’s what I remember:<\/p>\n
I was in an area where there was a lot of people, like a city center or a mall or something and there were different areas that only certian people could go. Someone showed me how to trick the system so that I could appear to be a better class than I was and get better access to the cooler areas.<\/p>\n
Then wherever it was that I was at, it was lunch time. I had a tray in my hands with this food on it that looked like some weird cross between spaghetti and chili (I hate chili) and I really had to go to the bathroom. I was looking around this place and suddenly there was at least twice as many people, they were flooding out of all these different areas. I saw a sign that said American Bathrooms<\/strong> and thought that I could find a place to go there, because the american bathrooms have more toilets than whatever the alternative was in my dream. I can only assume it was European bathrooms.<\/p>\n It was like the bathroom and the lunch room were the same place. The room was the size of a stadium and there were people milling about everywhere. I was desperate to get to a toilet but every stall I looked into had someone in it. The thing was, the stalls were all different… some had a little window so you could look outside the stall while sitting on the toilet, others had a little room before the toilet where people were hanging out and some had no toilet at all, just a little bench with a table that people had their food on.<\/p>\n I looked into one stall and there was a young girl in there, not someone I remember knowing now that I’m awake… but she was throwing up blood. It was disturbing but I moved on. I saw other random things, people having sex, a boy eating some weird cubed meat off a toilet seat and other things I remember too vaguely to describe. I do remember seeing a number of my childhood friends, they were all in their late teens or so.<\/p>\n After what seemed like a long time, I knew lunchtime was almost over so I had to find a place. There was a guy who I met up with that was helping me search, he was young, mexican and attractive. A friend of another guy who I knew better, and I was surprised by how nice he was being to me.<\/p>\n When we found an empty stall it wasn’t really a stall. It was like a table with a little round stool but apparently it was what I was looking for. There was no walls, no door, I was completely out in the open. He stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder and I gave him this “Wtf I can’t do this with you standing there” look, so he left and went to sit at a nearby table. This is when it got really weird, because I sat my plate on the stool, pulled my pants down and sat on it.<\/p>\n Although I don’t remember feeling any physical action in my dream, I think I was eating with my ass! As I sat there I realized that the knitted sweater I had on had hung down behind me and was getting dirty with this chili spaghetti, so I took it off, don’t remember what I did with it. I sat there long after the plate was empty, feeling totally embarassed and wondering how I was going to wipe my ass without everyone looking at me. So I sat there, on this dirty empty plate with this mystery sauce smudged all over my ass, humiliated and afraid to move in case anyone noticed, which I know they did but to everyone around me it seemed normal somehow.<\/p>\n Don’t remember much after that, I think I woke up before I ever solved my ass wiping conundrum.<\/p>\n Is that fucked up or what?!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ugh I had the wierdest fucking dream last night and it’s fading too quickly! Here’s what I remember: I was in an area where there was a lot of people, like a city center or a mall or something and there were different areas that only certian people could go. Someone showed me how to …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[11],"class_list":["post-229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","","category-randoms","tag-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=229"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3699,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/229\/revisions\/3699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}