rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


The clouds have been drawn across the sky most of the night. Now and then, a single star will shine through, like a tiny rhinestone lost on a pile of rumpled bedclothes. I'm not looking forward to sleeping. The heat brings restless sleep, and I wake frequently with fragments of strange dreams in my head. One I had yesterday was the most bizarre and disturbing I have ever remembered. I was in a vast, labyrinthine building, and I had to take a leak. The place was full of stall toilets, but they were all occupied. Finally, I found one shabby, damp stall which was empty. As I'm taking a leak into the toilet, it suddenly turns into a pile of objects -- books, papers, clothing, small trinkets, a purse. The walls of the stall have vanished and a woman is sitting on the grass next to me, watching me with a look of horror on her face. I realize that I'm outdoors, and people are all around, and I'm pissing on the possessions of this woman who is on the ground next to me, and I can't stop. Nobody says anything, but I can feel the shock and hostility from all around me, and the crowd begins to stir and move toward me. I'm trying to think of some explanation for what I am doing, wanting to tell them that I was sure I was using a toilet, but I can't form words any more than I can stop pissing.

Then I woke up. All afternoon, I tried to figure out where that dream came from. In the back of my mind was the thought that I had read a post here by someone else who had recently had a dream involving urination, and I read the entry in haste in the limited time available to me in this Sluggo-hating heat. This evening, I read back through my friends page, but could find no such entry. I now suspect that this entry existed only in an earlier part of the dream itself, and was all but forgotten by the time I was fully awake. So, now, not only might I have dream fragments posing as part of reality, but it seems that I'm dreaming of reading LiveJournal! The whole thing is just way too bizarre. All this demonstrates that I need a serious drop in the temperature, but the long-term forecast shows no highs below the mid 90's for days to come. Look for the weirdness to continue.

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