Saturday, November 14, 2020
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Most adults have learned how to hold in their poop and pee as they sleep – probably most mammals too – and I have been very good at that since I was a little boy, never soiling my bed that I can remember. But this act of holding it in has resulted in many dreams in which I tried to poop or pee but couldn’t, and I had such a dream before I woke up today. I dreamed that I was displaying my home-made jewelry in the meeting room of an older hotel. (In the mid-1980’s I made and sold beaded jewelry.) Not many hotel customers were coming in to see my jewelry, but there were two that I remember. One was Queen Elizabeth II of England, now a woman in her 90’s (and in my dream also in her 90’s). She picked out a necklace made of red agate in round fluted beads with vermeil findings, but it was unfinished. When she left, I realized I needed to poop and ran to a nearby private toilet (in the hotel, meaning that I was still dreaming) and sat on the “throne” and tried to poop but was unable to.
So I returned to the meeting room and continued to work. Several other people came in to watch, including a handsome young man with a short beard whom I found very attractive. The others left, but he stayed (apparently because he found me attractive too), and he asked if he could watch me work. But I had to ask him to leave because I needed to poop. He looked hurt and even crestfallen, but he left after hesitating. I then ran back to the private toilet (still in the hotel), sat down, and once again couldn’t poop.
I finally realized what was happening: that I was asleep, and that I had to wake up in order to poop. So I “woke up” (but was still in the hotel), and once again ran to the private toilet, but wasn’t able to poop. All during this time I was worried about finishing the Queen’s necklace, about sending away the handsome young man, and about keeping my jewelry and beads safe while I was in the toilet.
After the third time of running to the toilet and not being able to poop, I realized that I hadn’t actually awakened. So this time I really woke up – but I was very tired because I still needed to sleep. I then ran to my apartment’s bathroom to poop, but I wasn’t able to because my body wasn’t ready yet, so my dilemma wasn’t solved.
However, in my drowsy, semi-awaked state, I imagined that I was the President of the United States who had just spent his first night in the White House, that it was the first day of my administration, that the dream I had of being in the hotel was dreamed in my bed in the White House, and that it was in my bathroom in the White House that I had just failed to poop. In this part of my waking dream, I knew that I would have to poop before I went down to the Oval Office, so I was still concerned about being constipated. But I was awake enough to know that I wasn’t the President, so I turned on my computer to start this story, and then suddenly I needed to poop, with my bowels rumbling as they usually do. So I ran to my bathroom and pooped without a problem.
All this time, however, I kept thinking that I had to get back to the hotel meeting room so that I could finish the Queen’s necklace and be there if the handsome young man decided to give me a second chance.
So I returned to the meeting room and continued to work. Several other people came in to watch, including a handsome young man with a short beard whom I found very attractive. The others left, but he stayed (apparently because he found me attractive too), and he asked if he could watch me work. But I had to ask him to leave because I needed to poop. He looked hurt and even crestfallen, but he left after hesitating. I then ran back to the private toilet (still in the hotel), sat down, and once again couldn’t poop.
I finally realized what was happening: that I was asleep, and that I had to wake up in order to poop. So I “woke up” (but was still in the hotel), and once again ran to the private toilet, but wasn’t able to poop. All during this time I was worried about finishing the Queen’s necklace, about sending away the handsome young man, and about keeping my jewelry and beads safe while I was in the toilet.
After the third time of running to the toilet and not being able to poop, I realized that I hadn’t actually awakened. So this time I really woke up – but I was very tired because I still needed to sleep. I then ran to my apartment’s bathroom to poop, but I wasn’t able to because my body wasn’t ready yet, so my dilemma wasn’t solved.
However, in my drowsy, semi-awaked state, I imagined that I was the President of the United States who had just spent his first night in the White House, that it was the first day of my administration, that the dream I had of being in the hotel was dreamed in my bed in the White House, and that it was in my bathroom in the White House that I had just failed to poop. In this part of my waking dream, I knew that I would have to poop before I went down to the Oval Office, so I was still concerned about being constipated. But I was awake enough to know that I wasn’t the President, so I turned on my computer to start this story, and then suddenly I needed to poop, with my bowels rumbling as they usually do. So I ran to my bathroom and pooped without a problem.
All this time, however, I kept thinking that I had to get back to the hotel meeting room so that I could finish the Queen’s necklace and be there if the handsome young man decided to give me a second chance.
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