September 15th, 2005

satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

The abandoned bathroom

I had another dream about one of the bathrooms at Louisiana State U. this morning. It was always kind of an odd place--tucked away in a corner of the building, reached by a couple of back hallways but not the main one, large enough that it may have been a classroom at one point, far more beautiful than the regular bathroom--and never used. It was extremely dangerous. Everyone was afraid to go in there for fear that they would be attacked. The admininistration had installed a display of white porcelain all around the walls to convince people to use the place, but no dice.

I was always puzzled about why it was considered so dangerous. There was never anyone in there, dangerous or otherwise, and I used it all the time without incident. But then, crime in Baton Rouge was like that: a perfectly ordinary-looking strip mall would be so dangerous that people wouldn't go there at night without an escort, the country highway I lived on was supposedly lined with muggers. My Boston danger-sensing skills were useless there. So perhaps the bathroom really was dangerous, and I was a fool to use it, ambience or not.

I woke up this morning after a vivid dream aobut the place and pondered. It wasn't my first dream about the bathroom, and each dream made the bathroom even more elaborate. There was even something sad about this new dream. What was going on?

It wasn't until 11:30 that I remembered that the bathroom had never existed.

I never even dreamed about it before.

Someday, my subconscious will learn to speak clearly. Until then, it turns up fabulous bathroom decor that never was.