New Dream +1: Laundramat Bedroom

Date: 12/8/2020

Same laundramat I've been going to for years, setting different, crowded, unproportioned stalls, can't find private stall, found one in small corner, change clothes, stall door on the other corner to mines open when naked, feel embaressed when two kids saw me, I leave for more clothes cause no washer open, come back and turned to bedroom, no washer, unknown family sleeping, wake up. I drove over to the laundramat ID (in dream) with my sister, who was planning to do her laundry the same day I had this dream, and nothing unusuals happened yet. We arrived at the place and bring our clothes inside. Something was off. Not scary or creepy off but everything was different. The right portion of the place from the front all the way to the back would be reserved for washing medium or large sized loads of clothing while the center rows would be for small loads. The left side of the place is lined with dryers going inside the wall and also stacked 1 on top of the other. Well, it was weird because on all rows of the machines, they felt like they were dryers instead of the usual washing machines, with it's huge size big enough to fit me inside and also stacked on top of each other, with alternating operational machines only usable, but they were washing machines. Infact, they may well been all washers with no dryers. The owner is usually there watching over the place and we usually greet eachother hello and say our goodbyes when we're finish. I just went on and said our hellos like usual and went about my business helping my sis. Some days at the laundramat are busy while other days are smooth, but ID, it was the busiest I've ever experienced even for ID standards. What made it hard to navigate the place was these god-forsaken bathroom stalls that were unnecessary and such a pain. The stalls took up the front half of the place and made absolutely no sense on it's size and placement, I swear my mind be screwing with my psyche. The stalls were in the shape of squares and rectangles (expected) and also triangles with size ranging from small enough just to stand in, and others big enough to fit a king sized bed in there, sometimes doubled door on opposite ends sharing the same wall. The stalls, at least the larger stalls, each had a toilet in it which also inconvenienced everyone. The navigation of this place was a hell of a maze to squeeze through while trying to give everyone their privacy for their business, sometimes being unsuccessful. What made this place worse was that, I guess there was also a Juvenile sports team that was there too, after practice, to shower, freshen up, get ready for their next class or whatever and took up nearly all the stalls. At this point ID, I was looking for a place to change my clothes for whatever it was for and struggled for a while trying to find myself an empty stall. I found myself one at a quiet corner (small equalateral triangle with one side being the wall and both the two sides being door, both openable) and squished myself into the small triangle prism and got to work changing. When all of a sudden, the opposite door swings open and in the other stall was two (maybe) 15 year old boys while I myself was butt naked. It wasn't that they opened the door, but the door itself just swung open with nobody opening it. They were a little startled by the door and turned to look in my direction and noticed me with my head and neck sticking out of my blanket. I was uncomfortable, they were uncomfortable, everyone was uncomfortable. I tried to close the stall door, but I think it was stuck in the wall or something, so I just got myself dressed and left. Not sure what happened to dear sis, but she wasn't here anymore. I came back a little later because there was no room to do anything while the team was there, and brought my clothes along with my sis and other bro's clothes to wash. The stalls were gone, no trace of any nails or whatever anywhere. Now, there was a bed that stretched from the left side of the wall, all the way to the right, at least where the washers used to be. A big family was sleeping on the beds and ignored us. We brought our clothes inside and set it down, not sure what to do. I was looking around expecting the owner of the laundramat to appear around the corner or something so we can find out what to do next. What happened next was I woke up.