I dream that I have to go pee at work. I enter the restroom and see S. I start to pee in the trash right next to him. I realize what I am doing and just act like it was all a joke. S laughs nervously. I walk up to the urinals but instead of urinals it’s a low wall that opens up into a shooting gallery type space. Its very similar to the Texas Ren Fest we visited for Thanksgiving break this year in waking life. Instead of targets there are guys running around getting “shot at”. I have to pee so bad I don’t care. I figure if that’s what they want to do so what. My urine stream is very much not like normal. It sort of just forms a wide high powered spray instead of stream. I feel like I am peeing a long time with no relief. At some point the guys in there start shooting back. Now I am very mad. Some of it hit my shirt and got my hair. I go to the sink and start trying to wash off. I am so mad I want to beat that guy that peed on me. L from management and some other guy walk in asking what is going on. I say, “that idiot peed on me.” I really should knock him out. Then it clicks. I am dreaming. I can do whatever I want. I can’t get fired for it. I immediately go tackle the guy that peed on me and start beating his face with my fist until there is a lot of blood. I notice how dull and unreal it feels to hit him but I am satisfied. I get up and start to leave but I wake up at that moment and have to pee very badly. I felt thankful that I didn’t wet the bed.
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