Boy am I glad to be at work today, and I'm not joking! Last night our plumbing clogged, and this event, possibly due to the heavy rains, coincided with me acquiring a vicious case of diarrhea! The horror followed me on my commute this morning, as the stalled A train entered a race against the ticking clock of my stomach pains. Do I have Cholera? Only time can tell.
My dreams last night also featured feces, although that is one of my reoccurring dreams and possibly not directly related to the bathroom situation. Before I continue, let me add that there is a gigantic hole in the bathroom wall and there are roaches, etc., coming out of it, one by one. The wall is severely damaged due to leaking pipes; recently I tapped the wall and it caved in. Disgusting! My landlord deserves to be in jail, and I told him that. I also told him his behavior was ungodly, spending all his time in Israel praying while neglecting his responsibilities to his tenants. Asshole! Anyways.... in one part of last night's dreams, little poops were falling out of me as I was walking in a public place. I realized I was shitting my pants, and so I located the public restroom. However, as in all of my feces dreams, there was no privacy or cleanliness to be had. There was a line in the bathroom, and then the door of my stall would not stay closed. I was trying to handle my business discreetly but was highly unsuccessful.
Oh! Let me add... as far as Wednesday night's nightmare goes, starring my father as attacker, I forgot to mention the most sickening part. After the assault, my mother french kissed my dad. Michelle asked, "Why is that the worst part?" Because obviously... it not only implicates her complicity in the crime and failure to protect my sister, but she was obviously aroused, which is unacceptable in every way!
Back to last night's dream. Let me start by giving a little background information... When I was 12 years old or so, I liked this boy named Curtis, who was the god brother of my best friend. Curtis is biracial and has piercing light blue eyes, the epitome of evil. At the time, he lived in a home for problematic youth. We used to meet in the cemetery near the home, and sometimes kiss. Once I kissed him in the alley behind my house, and he shoved his whole, giant, revolting tongue down my mouth while grabbing my ass with both hands through the rips and holes in my jean shorts. I was totally repulsed. Also, in my childhood bedroom, one of the walls faced the intersection of 38th and 10th avenue, and had four windows looking out down the ave. Several boys from the neighborhood had a rude habit of climbing the side of my house and onto the roof, to talk to me through the window. I thought it was flattering, but my father was angry and scared. One time, on the phone, Curtis told me that he and some friends had beat up a skin head. They had arranged his face against a sidewalk curb, with the mouth open and teeth to the concrete, and stomped on his head. I found that image unsettling, but I thought Curtis had a nice voice. I don't know what happened to him, besides having about five children as his teen years progressed. Anyways, in my dream, I was in my old room and Curtis came to my window. I was happy to see him. I asked him how he had been doing. He had a couple other boys with him, and suddenly, I realized that they were there to rob me. He started trying to break the screen. I called for help, and some ninjas appeared. They fought off the boys, and I tried to scream, but couldn't. Once the ninjas had kicked and pushed them off the roof, I looked out and saw Curtis' head and shoulders sitting there on the roof, sans body. The head was still alive, but the severed body was on the lawn below. I was happy to see it, and I spit on him.
In another part of the dream, I was in a giant shoe store / library. I needed shoes because I had to drive Michelle's father's car, and my feet couldn't reach the gas and breaks... so I wanted platform shoes. It was an emergency, because I was trying to finish this project for her family. I was building a giant structure out of pasta and covered with sauce, and it was very important. I didn't want to annoy or upset her mother. They only made the platform shoes in kids' sizes, and a salesperson tried to sell me some Anne Klein ladies slippers instead, which were too expensive and ugly. Then the store became a library. I was in a private reading room, and suddenly, I saw a two little girls playing, one blond and one brunette. The blond came over and talked to me. I wondered if she was a ghost, and then, as I was holding her in my arms, I looked down and saw the white/gray corpse of a dead baby. I was extremely upset and wanted to talk to Michelle about it... she was busy. We were fighting. It had to do with the structure, the pasta, her family, I don't know....
AAh, there was so much more to the dream, but it's gone. Dreams are like that. I only have access to the spiritual world in dreams. Daytime is 'do this' and 'do that' and 'call the plumber.' You know, despite access to the toilet, I am not actually happy to be at work. I'm really pissed. My stomach keeps growling.
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