Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/1/2020
By amandalyle
I had just landed in a foreign country with a group of friends. Spain or somewhere like that. We were following these other tourists who were walking in front of us, in hope of them landing us where we need to go. Instead, we ended up at a school playgroup. This little boy was being bullied by all these older kids. They kept piling things up on his head and calling him names. The teacher was stood right behind him, completely oblivious. I received a call from one of my service users asking whether I could meet him later to go nightclubbing?! <~ This would never happen. I agreed and text my friend, Fran, asking if she’d like to join us. I didn’t receive a text back for ages, so assumed she didn’t want to meet up. I walked over to this static building. My friends were in there. As I opened the door, the stench of weed hit me. My friend kylie was laying on the ground, stupidly stoned. “Come join us!” She said, patting the ground. I took a few tokes and then passed it back. It went straight to my head. I walked over to the sofa and sat down. This guy said he could smell shit. I looked at my hands to find them covered in shit. I was mortified. Apparently, the dog had shat all over the sofa and I had just gone and sat in it. I started retching and threw up all over the dog shit. My husband rushed over and guided me to the sink, where I continued to puke. “Please can you wipe up the mess on the sofa, I feel too ill.” I begged. He agreed, reluctantly. After I managed to rid myself of all traces of dog shit, I felt l immediately needed a bottle of wine. I walked over to the shop, but it was just closing as I was approaching the door. “Try the post office!” A passerby said. In order to get to the post office, I had to walk through a large hall ... full of police. They were doing some kind of police training. I was really self conscious that I stunk like weed, so tried to keep as far away from them as I physically could. Every time I passed a copper, I could hear them sniff the air and say “ugh”. I ran through the hall as quickly as I could. At the other end, there was a post office ... and a queue a mile long! I scanned the walls but there was no wine in sight. “There’s some alcohol behind the desk, if that’s what you’re looking for!” This old guy, standing in front of me, said. There were only 3 bottles left. Some half drank home brew of some kind, a tiny amount of whisky left in a bottle and the equivalent to a WKD blue. Obviously, I went for the latter... but then I decided it wasn’t worth the wait and left. Next scene; All I remember of this dream, is needing to go to the toilet. There were two communal toilets; both unisex. I took the left one and instantly regretted it. It was absolutely filthy dirty. Luckily, I now had a penis and could do a stand up piss... which I was pretty chuffed about but my piss was unruly and it was going everywhere. I had no control over it. It was a mess. Next scene; I was watching This Morning featuring Maura Higgins ... only, she had aged by about 20 years and was now sporting a more androgynous crewcut/ no make up look. “Not so hot now, Higgins...” I thought.