then I may just walk right out of the swamp and never look back!
Why do I have these dreams? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?
So this morning I dreamt I was at work, and needed to use the little boys room. It turned out there were only toilets in the little boys room, for some reason.
So I get in there, and all the toilets are occupied except for one, and there's a little boy washing his hands at the sink. I go for the empty stall and the little boy comes running up to me, saying I can't go in there because his underpants are in there.
I look around and see no underpants anywhere in the stall. So I tell the little boy his underpants aren't in there and I have to go pee.
Little boy gets even more adamant and screamy that his underpants are in there and I need to let him get them. I tell him to go screw. Kid threatens to tell his parents on me. Oooh, I'm scared!
So I finish my business in the bathroom, wash my hands, open the door--and find my exit blocked by two of the most enormous people I've ever seen in my life. It turns out they are the little boy's parents, and they holler at me for being rude to their kid and not letting him get his underpants out of the stall.
I tell them his underpants weren't in there, so please let me out. They refuse. I try shoving the parents out of my way, with no success.
I then holler for security. Nobody seems to notice. One of the service desk people walks by. I call out to her, and she doesn't respond. Then my manager comes past and I call out to her. She turns to confront the enormous masses of parent imprisoning me in the restroom, and....
I wake up and decide I'm all done sleeping for the night. I really didn't want to see how that one would end.
Why do I have these dreams? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?
So this morning I dreamt I was at work, and needed to use the little boys room. It turned out there were only toilets in the little boys room, for some reason.
So I get in there, and all the toilets are occupied except for one, and there's a little boy washing his hands at the sink. I go for the empty stall and the little boy comes running up to me, saying I can't go in there because his underpants are in there.
I look around and see no underpants anywhere in the stall. So I tell the little boy his underpants aren't in there and I have to go pee.
Little boy gets even more adamant and screamy that his underpants are in there and I need to let him get them. I tell him to go screw. Kid threatens to tell his parents on me. Oooh, I'm scared!
So I finish my business in the bathroom, wash my hands, open the door--and find my exit blocked by two of the most enormous people I've ever seen in my life. It turns out they are the little boy's parents, and they holler at me for being rude to their kid and not letting him get his underpants out of the stall.
I tell them his underpants weren't in there, so please let me out. They refuse. I try shoving the parents out of my way, with no success.
I then holler for security. Nobody seems to notice. One of the service desk people walks by. I call out to her, and she doesn't respond. Then my manager comes past and I call out to her. She turns to confront the enormous masses of parent imprisoning me in the restroom, and....
I wake up and decide I'm all done sleeping for the night. I really didn't want to see how that one would end.
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