I go through periods where I remember my dreams a lot, and others where I don’t remember them at all. Sadly, the dreams I remember are usually somewhat disturbing and are often a result of stress, but who knows, it could be something I ate too.
It’s too bad I don’t have dreams about kittens. Because other people have dreams about me involving kittens, so why can’t I?
Anyways, last night I had one really strange and bad dream that must’ve happened early this morning since I remembered it so vividly. Whatever the lead-up to the memorable event, I was outside the student union building at UBC with a large group of strangers. At some point I had to go to the bathroom, so I left and found a toilet stall. I then proceeded to use it, but as I was wiping it turned out I wasn’t in a stall at all but back in the group of people, out in the open. And there’s this guy right in front of me, sitting down (everyone else is standing) and glaring at me. I suddenly realized I’d just pooped on his wheelchair.
(In case you’ve just tuned in, it was a dream, it wasn’t real.)
As I was standing there in a state of confusion and embarrassment he grabbed the wheelchair with one hand, turned it upside down and dumped it on my head. So there I was with a wheelchair on my head, and toilet paper streaming down my shoulders, fluttering in the wind.
I guess I left the situation in a heat of shame and embarrassment. There wasn’t much more to the dream besides me freaking out that friends and colleagues would find out what I did (and how stupid I was, to have mistaken a wheelchair in the outdoors for a toilet). That’s it, that’s the dream. And then I woke up.
I’ve been in a bad mood all day. Even though I knew I hadn’t shat anywhere I shouldn’t, it still upset me. Weird, huh? I wonder what it means.
Symbolically, I suppose this is nothing new to me, dream-wise. I have had recurring dreams where I’m trying to find a bathroom, finding one, sitting down in a bathroom stall and then discovering that I’m on stage or something. But in all the previous dreams I remember, nobody ever seemed to notice the state I was in. I got no laughter, or pointed fingers, or anything. I guess it was embarrassing enough, without that. But Mr. Vaguely Disabled Dream Person was the first dream person to, uh, catch me with my pants down, as it were. Though you can’t blame him, after all, it was his wheelchair.
(Yes, I know this was a rather tasteless post. I hope I didn’t gross out or offend anyone, more than usual.)