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The two themes of this dream were travel and a search for the bathroom. I was on boats, bike, and even a train, going somewhere. In all of these cases, I also had to pee and was looking for a bathroom. The pee urge itself was likely real, coinciding with that need your body gets to pee after sleeping and just collecting liquid for a long time.

I remember being on some museum-like tour. If the room was a square, it seemed like my head was centered on a corner of that room, so I could both see the entrance to another room/hall on the wall to my right, and water fountains on the wall to my left that lied between the women and men's restroom, as they usually do. I was with a group of other kids, a procession that was stopping at the front desk (which was in front of and parallel to the wall on my right with a tall white man with a suit, a low-cut haircut, and his arms either behind his back or held across his front, looking down at all the children) and proceeding through the entrance to a hallway whose walls were decorated with painting and lined with ransom small wooden desks/tables/ and stuff. The color scheme of the place made it seem professional. It was decked out in reds and browns, and it wasn't that bright, aside from a less-than-powerfully-fluroescent light coming from a ceiling I didn't see. The hallway seemed even more brightly lit, but still not overwhelming. Warm is the thing that comes to mind. Around the bathroom, the walls were like an extension of the carpet, same pattrern and same fuzz. There was a red carpet-type thing I think I saw at one point.

Anyway, I was in the back of this group with the group of kids, the hallway, and the bathroom all in my vision. A white lady who may have worked at the museum and was guiding us or who was our teacher or something was also there. I think of her and just see an image of a brunette, 30-something chubbyish white girl with a low ponytail holding bout long dark-rown hair and a white complexion that wasn't extremely white, but also suggested she didn't get any tanning done. She was also wearing a pantsuit, although I never saw her legs. In the image, she's looking down at us with her eyebrows slighly drawn together over her glasses and her mouth closed: not so much a frown or a face of anger, but that familiar white lady 'what's going on here' face. It seemed appropriate, as she was looking at a groupful of children and seemed to be making sure everyone was accounted for. The pantsuit, her hair being pulled back, the glasses, the fact that I only saw her upper body and I saw her from the perspective of a short child looking up at an adult all suggested authority.

Here I am still looking at the bathroom, trying to get to it. I have to pee. I don't know if I do go into the bathroom.

Cut to another bathroom scene:

I'm finally in the bathroom. This is preceded by a dream sequence of me finding said bathroom that I barely remember, but alas, here's a bit of it

The bathroom was small, and had dark brown computer-desk-like chairs in each corner. I follwed the lady into the side of the room and, at first, only saw the first chair. The layout and my point of view entering the room looked kinda like this



It was a new kind of bathroom that I had to figure out how to pee in. I asked the lady several times how to, and she was no help. At first, I just asked her if I'm supposed to squat and pee directly into the drain. She was like no, and told me to do something else. I told her it had to be something like peeing into the drain, otherwise, if I sat in the chair, I'd simply sit on the chair and ruin it. She offered no helpful response, and I left the bathroom in frustration.(learning ASL and how to sign location could really help me be better at remembering my dreams)

I dreamed about the beach and the water! I think I was in a bathing suit. Id left everyone just to look around the beach. It wasn't a bright sunny day, it was gljoomy and ark but still the ocean attracted me. I wanted to find some souvenier, like a shell or something. (I'm starting to remember my beach war apocalypses dream, damn I hope I recorded that, that was a dope dream, I love my beach/water dreams)--------------------

broken table
There was a sound, and all/most of my immediate family came into the kitchen and gathered around the kitchen table of my parent's home. I had my back to the windows, and was facing my dad, who had a blue t-shirt on and was assessing the damage. It looked like a tree had jst fell into the table, or maybe a chandelier or something, but essentially something big enough to do serious damage. My mom asked him "are we going to replace the table" (he, in real life, is serious about 'not a scratch' on this table and fining us for damages). He, still staring kinda focused/dazed at the damage, slightly shook his head no in response

creepy grandma
I was in the shower. The shower itself seemed like a small version of the basement bathroom: where the basement bathroom is a large rectangle, this bathroom was a moderate-sized square. I was showering,minding my business, when much like Bea, my Grandma d busted in.

I ddjn't mind this, it was my grandma. She was talking to me about something as I finished my shower and was drying off and stepping out. She was sitting on some bench-like thing. It was right next to the bathtub, it was parallel to the bathtub, and she was sitting such that she faced the mirror. (Funny enough, I don't remember actually looking in the mirror). She was also to the left of me. When I stepped out of the back part of the tub furthest from the showerhead onto a towel, the towel rack and the wall were to my right and my grandma d was to my left. There was also space on the bench for me to sit as well.

Before I stepped out, I remember thinking something like "being comfortable being naked around other people shows confidence" (I was probably having thoughts like this due to the Charisma on Command videos I was watching on youtube before I went to sleep) so I chose to not worry about being naked and act like it didn't phase me (not that I was significantly worried before, mind you).

At first it was normal, but when I sat down next to her to put clothes on, she started touching me. Kinda like a dude does when they don't want to ask for consent but want to push the boundaries: touching my thigh and piking at my clothes at we talked, things I acted like a didn't notice (as I usually do in real life: play dumb til you can get out the situation). I quickly put on clothes, acted like I didn't notice any creepy touching, and called it a day.

Right after this experience, i had two inter-related thoughts. 1) Imma write this in my journal (this is so cool, I'm trying to get into the habit of journaling, and it seems to be a habit if it's popping up in my dreams) and 2) I gotta tell Bea (which would help if I wrote it down)