mutant cyborg bully revenge


This dream had me drifting back and forth between sleep and semi-consciousness, so the lines between dream and daydream are blurred. Principally it was about me being a person in a highschool. My goal was to impress the girls, and I did this by challenging this bully (resembled a composite of two muscle-y jerks I went to HS with) to a fight one time when he picked on me. I did this at some sort of assembly/workshop thing and had shouted it across a crowded room at him, so everyone knew. There was some confusion over weather we’d fight right away or after school. It would be decided that after school made sense. (At this point he seemed to consider me an equal. The tone of our relationship changed entirely.) Continue reading


peeing on a sea sponge made of ice in a castle because why not


I was on a field trip to a castle. For a wash room there was just an open area with strange shapes. One of them was a three-foot-tall cylinder made of ice, which sort of looked like a sea sponge and I had assumed was a natural phenomenon and that I was supposed to pee on it. I peeing on a cylinder of ice thing and a man coming up to me and talking to me and not respecting my privacy. This really got on my nerves and I stopped peeing and left unfinished.

Although it was a field trip to a castle, the trip was of no interest to me whatsoever.

bathroom stallway


I was starting a new job in some sort of medical facility. Part of my job either required or entitled me to some sort of surgery, maybe a spine implant or something. When I went to the part of the building to get it done, the waiting room was empty except for one woman, who was talking to the receptionist about how her doctor had her get one of these procedures already, and it didn’t work, and so he recommended getting three more. She mentioned her doctor’s name, Dr. KJ, who is a former boss of mine IRL. I almost laughed. And then I realized that I must be working for Dr. KJ again. This was confirmed when he showed up to give me instructions and I felt embarrassed to be just sitting in the waiting room playing Game Boy on work hours. Continue reading

hooking up in bathroom stall, slicing up punks with razor fingers


I was with a girl, a girl I recognized from IRL but maybe not. We were kissing. I remember paying extra attention to my lips and mouth to make sure I didn’t bite her tongue or that our teeth didn’t rub together. Cuz that shit’ll happen. Anyway I became aware that we were in a corner bathroom stall in a boy’s school washroom. I was a boy but also somehow an adult. We began having sex up against the divider wall. I became aware that sex was occurring in the stall next to ours as well. Sex fluids sloshed and oozed onto the floor – a sort of runny beige gravy-like stuff for the most part – and it grossed me out, but I kept going. I noticed that some kids outside were trying to fuck with us in some way, trying to pour the fluids onto us or into our stall from a bottle. I exited the stall and chased them away. They were mean little thugs though and kept harassing and attempting to attack me. I prevented their attacks by using my special power – to manifest slices across their skin by visualizing lines in the shape of the cut running between fingers on each hand as they approached. This startled them and they kept their distance, and didn’t attack me all at once. This was fortunate because manifesting these cuts took a lot of effort and focus, and wasn’t an exact science. They didn’t seem to figure it out, and their hesitance and fear kept them from succeeding.