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I am in some bathroom, sweeping its floor. There are a ton of yellow pollen. There is a mat on the floor and some are getting swept under it, causing a bigger problem. I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of all of this.

I am in some unfamiliar house, I think with Melissa. It seems like it’s some time over the night and like we’re staying here by some last minute arrangement. I think there may be 1-2 others staying here as well. I’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and from the hallway I can actually see 1-2 (the house is very large and opulent). I think one of the others staying here, an unfamiliar girl, has just used one of them. I don’t go to one of these, but go to find another (I think the master bath). There’s a small opening in the wall with a fairly steep and slightly twisting incline. It’s narrow and mostly unassuming; when I get to the top of it, the giant bathroom is revealed to me. It is larger than my entire apartment, every amenity luxuriantly spread out. It is immaculate, light tile and soft lighting. There is a circular opening in one of the the walls; I slide through head first and am deposited into a swimming pool size bathtub. The water is silky and perfectly body temperature, dreamily blending into the walls. There is a picture window with a view of the city (the house seems very high up).

I am going to do a float tank. I walk into the facility and have to use the restroom. I walk down a short hallway to the restroom and enter it. The room is fairly small but looks much larger due to the arrangement of mirrors on the walls. I’m looking straight ahead to a wall of sinks, and the room branches off to the right and left. I take a turn at random and am met with more options of directions to go. It’s hard to tell what is an actual space or not, due to the mirrors. This is a row of toilets or urinals with stall doors. I notice someone at the one to the right; I start using the one right in front of me. (Either in the dream or after, I think that this seems familiar from another dream).

I’m outside somewhere with Melissa - it looks like the middle of a desert, though not exactly the Nevada desert (I think the hills are lower and there aren’t enough sagebrush). There is a lone food truck parked out here. Melissa goes up to the window to ask to use the bathroom. I think she had worked out with them beforehand that she could, but she is now being told no. She argues with the older middle aged lady to get her way, which I think she eventually does. I guess the bathroom is in the food truck. I am looking into the truck; it looks more like an RV converted into a large kitchen. To the left are the cabinets and counters and to the right is a very full row of shelves. I think it looks nice and that it’s a good idea.

I’m outside somewhere, maybe an apartment complex. I have Stella with me and notice a couple with a dog approaching. It looks like a black border collie and I recognize it as a dog Stella has seen several times but hasn’t been able to meet. Stella notices the dog, but the couple keeps approaching. The man, shirtless and fit, wearing sunglasses and a stoic expression, asks if he can ask me something. I say yes and then ask if our dogs can meet because they’re so close right now and haven’t gotten to meet. He amicably says yes and I explain that she gets frustrated when she’s on leash and can’t meet other dogs. Their dog, what now looks like a retriever, sits by me and playfully chews on my fingers. I clearly feel its sharp little teeth. Stella is very close but is largely ignoring the dog. Now one of them jumps to his back and he catches it with his hands behind his back. He never asks me what he was going to.



I’m walking into a building, a restaurant or something similar. I’m also a woman or dressed as one. I have on a light blonde wig that is not very convincing. I think I also have women’s clothes on. There is attention on me as I walk through to the restroom; I’m aware that I don’t fully look like a woman and stand out to judgmental people but don’t really care. I walk with confidence. There’s a small 90 degree hallway into the restroom, the floor of which is very cluttered with what looks like green foam blocks. They’re hard to get around and I think of what a hazard/liability they are. In the restroom now, the urinals are taken and 2-3 people are waiting. (I went into the men’s, slightly unsure, because I think I still have a penis). I notice two stereotypical straight white men who I know are going to throw a fit about me being in here.

I am either at a concert or watching a recording of one. I seem to be extremely close to the small stage, with a point of view a bit taller than I really am. I think it’s the Jerry Garcia Band playing, though I can only see Jerry on the dim stage. He looks like an early 70s Jerry right now and in the next moment he looks like a 90s Jerry. This makes me wonder if this is a recording or some kind of psychedelic experience (i.e. me just hallucinating his earlier appearance). He sings and fumbles with some lyrics but returns to the right words with a grin. He’s now singing Friend of the Devil and does the same thing. Someone in the crowd starts singing the wrong verse - Jerry confidently sings the correct one and then says “nice try.”



I am in an airport or other large, public place. I need to find a bathroom and end up walking into one (there are no walls or signs or anything). This space is slightly raised and features a dozen or more circular booth tables. Walking closer, I see that they are not tables but an almost full circle or urinals. There are so many of them and it’s so empty in here that it's almost both peaceful and overwhelming. I pick one that seems to be slightly off to the side in case someone else shows up.



I am getting on a bus. The driver, a lady with a perfectly relaxed and peaceful energy, stops me on the way in to give me what looks like a stamp or a blotter. She has a small stack of them and picks one out for me. It features a tiny psychedelic design, what looks like space or just a stellar design. This bus is smaller and has been converted. Melissa is with me and we sit on its floor, against some pillows. The energy here is also incredibly peaceful and relaxed.

I am in some public place with Melissa. She’s gone to the bathroom and I’ve followed her. There is a large single occupancy bathroom and an empty waiting room? adjacent to it. She goes into the bathroom and I wait in this other room. Outside this room, a younger girl makes eye contact with me, apparently expecting to use this bathroom next. I feel a little weird being in here with Melissa, apparently thinking the whole thing is a single bathroom.

I am in what feels like a casino, though one I don’t immediately recognize. Still, it has the typical dingy carpets, tinted windows, cigarette stench, and slot machines. It seems slightly less crowded than it should be, I think due to Covid (though I don’t notice any masks or think there is any concept of them in this dream. I enter the men’s bathroom that is in a wall that looks like it terminates on the outside of the building. This bathroom is long and narrow. There are multiple options of directions branching out, and I already like the privacy this affords. I take the first left and continue on, passing many urinals on the right side of the wall. I get to the end of this little hallway and turn to use the very last urinal. Now I hear noises and voices approaching l; I look and see a couple fumbling their way down here. It looks like they’re trying to fool around but are too drunk to do so. The masculine girl stumbles happily back into the wall. I am now outside of the bathroom and somewhat confused - it seems that the way I came through the bathroom should not be possible because, looking out through the window, it should be empty space outside of the building.

I am in a building and looking for the bathroom. I find it and upon walking in discover that the three or so stalls are all occupied. This I can ascertain from the slight gaps between wall and door. Continuing around a corner I find that this next row of ~10 stalls is completely occupied too. At one point, I think it slightly odd that not even one is empty. I arrive into an even larger space in this same bathroom now (probably at least the size of a large living room). It is full of at least two rows of ‘toilets’ that look like rectangular pits in the ground. They are very close together with no dividing elements. These are crowded too and are being used, for defecation only, without reserve. My need seems to be pressing, so I squat over one, or maybe it’s more so kneeling. I notice that it’s no longer a pit, but a brown towel. I’m not sure how everyone is doing this, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

I am with Dad and Makayla, trying to find a hotel room. I think the number includes 2,6, and 4? It seems we are walking through a hotel building, but it also looks like a large house, with the entrance to each room looking like a doorway. At times it seems we’re in a different hotel, or maybe it’s just that the theme has changed. Watching the room numbers as we go, we come up to where ours should be but is not. We comment how this makes no sense. Now we’re in a portion that looks more like a typical hotel, and I think Makayla spots our room. The door is open and reveals a room I didn’t really expect. It is very small for a hotel room, and three beds of varying sizes are taking up just about all of the floor space. There is a ledge on the wall with a row of thin-curtained windows. They seem to be lightly illuminated from behind the curtains. The beds are topped with very thick and bohemian-patterned comforters that help give the space a comfy feel (it also reminds me of the Enchanted Forest in Placerville). I see a door that must be to the bathroom and wonder if it is nice. I’m also initially worried about getting good sleep with the beds being so close together. We all settle onto a bed, and I say something like ‘I would love to do mushrooms here.’ Dad looks disappointed/irritated, but Makayla seems to agree.

I’m going to be flying to London? At the last minute they switch my flight from one that stops somewhere to one that goes straight to London. I’m not sure I’m thrilled about this. I’m now on the plane which is about to take off. I’m in the bathroom which is a line of a few stalls. I think I’m in one of the end ones, and I can tell there are people in the others (with a momentary birds eye point of view?). Just as soon as it feels we’ve taken off, the plane stalls and bumps around turbulently. The turbulence worsens until we are completely upside down. Somehow none of us in these stalls fall from our position and even more incredibly the water in the toilet doesn’t even move. For a moment I’m seeing the faces of everyone in their seats; they seem to be fairly unaffected and even laughing it off.

I’m in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesn’t seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until it’s cleared out and get up to use one. Now I’m back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. It’s already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think I’m really going to.

I think I am at work. Zoe is also here, and I think we are in a large Sani Hut. I think I entered it and then it somehow grew in size to more like that of a large room. It may or may not retain some characteristics of the Sani Hut. It also seems tall, possibly with a mezzanine-esque secondary level. I notice a computer monitor playing security footage. The footage is of me, somewhat zoomed in and following me, in real time. Zoe is currently controlling it. I don’t know if she’s aware that I can see it or cares if she does know. I think I have done something wrong?

I’m at what I think is work. The area looks like a large garage or warehouse or combination of the two. It’s somewhat dim, though there are two large doors open. I’m sitting in a chair and trying to hide an erection by raising my right leg and resting its ankle on the other leg’s knee and holding a pair of pajama pants as casually as I can over it. I think it may be out of my underwear at one point. Now, Beth (from JCP) walks in and starts talking to me, I think about her car. She looks slightly different than I remember. Now I’m in what must be the store. There are fairly tall and crowded bookcases. There is a corner that I think no one ever goes into, so I head over there to change or touch myself? I then remember and worry about the fact that there is a mirror over this section. Before I can do anything, someone calls my name, and I come over to him. We are now outside of this warehouse. There is a smaller building at the end of this concrete lot; I go over to it because I think it has a bathroom. I’m bringing the flannel pajama pants so I can change. Before I get to the door, someone stops me again. I’m glad he does: I look through the gap between the door and door frame and see a man with a gun. He is muscular, with short hair and beard. He grips the silver pistol with both hands, it poised and ready. I have the feeling he’s looking for someone else, but still I don’t want to be in his way. I also see into the bathroom. It is mostly barren concrete with what looks like a pit toilet. The base of the toilet looks slightly filthy. This open door is motley blocking this little corridor and I’m glad at the little protection it affords. This guy seems to be going back and forth with another armed man on the other side of this small, square building. Me and this other guy by me do so for a while too, not wanting to get caught in the middle. I now take an opportunity and dash away from the building. The two men come out from the corridor spaces into the open and begin firing at each other. The bullets travel slow enough for me to track them but fast enough that I imagine they’d still cause harm. Each misses the other a few times. They are conversing during this; the first mentions how he was already shot and died? There is a sense that I did not have to run away from my spot and that it actually would’ve been better had I not. I feel ashamed at my cowardice.

I am walking outside somewhere, I think with Dad and one other around my age. The landscape is of a desert, but not really the Nevada desert (maybe more like Arizona). We come upon the start of a small creek, literally the spot where it is coming up through the ground. It then increases in size until within only a few yards it’s become turgid. In the places where the water is still, I notice how it is a bright, opaque turquoise. It is very striking on the brown and sparse green. We follow this river until it leads to an opening in a slight hillside. The opening then becomes a natural tunnel, maybe 20 feet across and 20 feet high. The river has carved its spot along the bottom and we walk a few feet higher than it, along a path set into the left hand side. As I walk, I push some of the soil down on the right side of the path, as it feels unsturdy. We now begin to think that this’ll lead to Mexico, which makes us think this is a drug smuggling tunnel, which causes us to turn around and leave with some vigor and fear, lest we get caught here.




I am in the bathroom of some public place (or maybe a private place, but where others would be using this bathroom). The room is plain and white. Lifting the toilet lid, I see someone hasn’t flushed. I do so and am revolted when the feces refuses to move, let alone flush. The single piece is impossibly large, probably almost a foot long and a few inches high. I am again revolted when I remember that it’s mine. I prod it with an object but it will not break apart.




I am outside with some unfamiliar boy about my age or younger. I think that he looks Asian, but he tells me he’s an exchange student from Ethiopia. The landscape is desert and we’re outside of an empty looking storefront that seems to be the only thing around. He makes a comment about the heat, either that it’s a lot more or less than Ethiopia.
*I think this might’ve been before the first dream/he was the other person in it.