Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/11/2017
By amandalyle
I had an argument with my husband. He told me I should grow my hair long after I had just decided to cut it short. I only cut it short because he used to prefer it that way. I was so upset, I sobbed on the sofa whilst this Eastern European guy (who came from nowhere!) comforted me and told me it'll be okay. He was nice. I liked him. Next scene; Mat was in a right state. His teeth were falling out left, right and centre. How did his teeth get this bad? I wondered. It made me want to rush to the sink and brush my own teeth, so - armed with toothbrush and toothpaste, I sprinted over to a public toilet. I locked the door behind me and gagged at the state that the toilet had been left in. Later upon layer of toilet tissue and shit. It was gross. I tried to ignore it and brushed my teeth like they hadn't been brushed in a year. All of a sudden, someone barged in. I gasped in horror, remembering the toilet full of shit. Mortified, I recognised this person from school. They took one look at the over flowing toilet and then at me. "It's not mine!" I tried to say, but my words came out in a toothpaste-foaming-muffle. "Oh shit!" I thought. Literally.