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I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but for about a year or so now I've had this recurring ~motif~ in dreams of disgusting bathrooms. I always have to go the bathroom, and the facilities wherever I am are filthy, foul, squalid, unsanitary, and downright terrible. Really, there aren't enough unclean adjectives in the dictionary to describe these bathrooms.
Some Examples.
1. I remember once I was at Disney World, and the toilets were like these red sinks with white/black striped stems that one had to sit on, and the sink had like a backboard with Mickey Mouse's face. I really don't want to describe any of the filth. There were several sets of restrooms, and they were all equally soiled, because I remember frantically searching through all of them, and there were lots of people around in the same situation as I was.
2. I was on a field trip to some sort of university, which is probably rooted in the fact that when I was in middle school we took field trips to visit all the Catholic high schools. Anyway, the bathrooms were like a maze of stalls, and they weren't all individual, like someone could walk in on you any second because they were all connected. I finally had found one that was clean, but there was the hanging possibility that someone would enter.
3. On another field trip we were at a bookstore with veryveryvery high ceilings on the second floor of this skyscraper, and each floor was connected to the next by these insanely tall spiral wrought iron staircases that just moved endlessly into the sky and floor. They were extremely narrow, though, and roped off. The bathrooms had four stalls, but no doors, and the walls were blue marble. It was one of those dealies when there's like those paper toilet seat covers all over the place, and a couple of them had been overflowing.
4. I was at some sort of lecture convention that Bill Gates was giving, and I was with Lauren and Danielle, and we were getting paid to listen to Bill's lectures and fill out all these forms about whether or not the lectures appealed to our age group. I remember that Bill was really boring, and he had one of those clickity whatnots that Steve Jobs always has at his presentations. Our leader/guide was Mrs. Garrett from Facts of Life, but she was dressed like that one crazy substitute Mrs. Koch from school. We'd gone to the bathroom, which looked like a Sea World bathroom on a smaller scale, and I just remember us walking in then walking back out immediately, but we continued to hang out around the door for a while because we didn't want to go back to Mr. Gates.
5. The night before last night: I have no idea where I was, because the dream consisted solely of the bathroom scene. I think I was with someone, but I don't know who, but anyway, I once again do not wish to describe this level of filth. There were Mexican workers in there who had put down the toilet seats and were sitting on top, and when I walked in they were just like, "No quiere verlos, señorita." Shrug. That one was pretty short.
6. Last night: I was at summer camp, and the sleeping quarters and bathroom were all in one room (three toilets along each way, area for sleeping bags in the center, and there was a simple table and chairs at one end). Three of the toilets were full of blood, and there were bloody bodies in them, sticking out from the shoulders up, all of which were naked and had their eyes open. One of the others had a bloody arm hanging over the side of it, and there was a bloody severed head next to it with this crazy twisted look on her face. There was another dead body on the floor, but she was under a blanket and just looked like she was peacefully sleeping. There was a girl in a towel with brown hair that would sit next to another one, and there were wires coming out of it that were hissing and sparking. Oddly, I don't remember any of this having a horrendous stench or anything, which I actually remember noting to myself in the dream. There was a violent storm going on, so they were bringing food to us instead of us going to the hall, so the leader of the camp (short, plump, wearing a tuxedo with tails and a monocle) came in with brown bags of food for us, and he dropped them, along with his jaw, at the sight of our quarters, and that's when I woke up.
Seriously, that last one was horrifying.
I can't go into bathrooms anymore without these horrible images of stagnant pools of contamination. ):
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