Okay….so the first thing I must mention is that I just woke up a few minutes ago. My job makes it necessary to sleep during the day and it’s not often that I remember a complete dream. In fact, this may be the first time. So I popped out of bed thinking that I’d better get this one down on “paper” before it fades and never comes back. Here it goes!
I’m with some of my co-workers (we’re at the top floor in this building), we’re just sitting around talking and someone makes a comment about something funny I said to one of our patients that had to do with a comb. (Can’t explain…remember, it’s a dream) I stand up and walk away (they’re still laughing) and I go over to another part of the office, pass two women that I recognize (couldn’t tell you they’re names now if I tried but I remembered that one of them was naked) and stop to talk briefly to someone who must have been our receptionist. I say that because I was commenting about how nice her new “office area” looked. Then I took a flight of stairs down to the next floor, crowded with people and ran into a lady holding a stack of papers who asked me if I knew where my wife was. I said “no”, we went seperate ways. Well, I must have had the urge to “go” and right in the middle of this huge room, with all these office people, headed to who-knows-where, and almost at floor level I saw a toilet. So I sat down and started to do my business. I guess logic and good sense go out the window in dreams. People are passing by and talking all around me but I don’t remember that anyone was particularly aware that I was sitting there, pants down and relieving myself (you can’t smell anything in a dream, either). But anyway, in the midst of all this, I realize that there’s no roll of toilet paper around. I couldn’t just stand and pull my pants back up! I look over and see a partial roll that someone must have stepped on, out of reach. Crap! (no pun) I’m getting desperate. There’s a guy nearby and I see he’s carrying something on his arm ( a book?) but he also has what appears to be some napkins. As he walks by I ask him for some, and he tosses a couple to me and says something (not sure what it was). Now I have something but I’m a little too embarassed to take care of my business in front of all these people. But then a conscious thought must have sneaked in because it dawned on me that I could make all these people “disappear” from this room and I’d be alone to do what I needed to do. But once I was able to change my dream and was now alone in the room, I knew I didn’t have to do what I thought I had to do before I could stand and pull my pants back up because, hey, I hadn’t really done ANYTHING AT ALL……it was just a dream.