The People Behind My Eyes

(Same dream continued)

I needed to go clean my brother up so I started walking to a professional building across the street from the department store. The mother didn’t want me to do it. She was irritated that I was going to take him off and clean him up. As I walked across the street my sister appeared beside me. The walk should have been short. Instead of just going across the street we ended up walking down a winding country road which lead to the professional building. Once inside I began washing my brother in the only water source they had which was the water fountain. The water was cold. He objected but I kept washing him. At that point my mother called my cell phone to see how things were going. We got into an argument about something. I don’t remember what. I ended up hanging up on her. My phone turned into a Caress soap box, coral pink box saturated by cold fountain water. I left it on the table and went to the restroom. I left my brother with my sister.

I entered a room where the restroom was at the back corner. The room was familiar to me. It was a fixer upper. You could see plaster and dry wall that hadn’t yet been hung. Some of the antique white paint hadn’t dried yet. Paint cans and brushes lay helter-skelter around the construction area. I remembered the room because I’d taken a bath in it once before in a different dream. There was a claw foot tub in that room. Despite the disarray I filled the tub with hot water and had a bubble bath right there in the middle of all that construction. In this particular dream I walked to the restroom to find it gross. There were two toilets in the room. One toilet sat beside a shower that was backed up. I didn’t even go to that one. I squatted over the second toilet which hadn’t been flushed after its last use. As I squatted to use the restroom the toilet began to leak blood onto the tile floor. At first I thought there was already blood in the toilet but I realized I was urinating blood. There was blood on my feet which happened to be bare. From there things really got gross. I squatted in the corner and peed pure blood onto the floor. After I was done I left as if nothing at all disgusting had just happened.

When I got back to the area where my sister and brother were my phone rang again. It was the mother requesting that we get home. I told her it was 7:30PM and we’d be home by 8PM. She wasn’t happy with it because she said she didn’t want my brother out late at night. I was irritated with this time restraint and told her we’d be home when we got there. I woke up.

Commentary: I know when I dream about blood and toilets, feces and buildings half completed that has strong meaning but I’ve never really talked to my therapist about it. I guess I don’t have much to say about those specific details of the dream. I did notice, though, that the mother showed concern for the wrong thing. Instead of being upset that the brother had been snatched up and humiliated she was upset that he would get home after dark. The only other comment I have at this time is that this dream needs to be re-written.

Recurrent dream theme: Blood, urine, locked doors, filthy toilets, things changing from one thing to another (shape shifting – phone to a soap box).

Feelings upon waking: Sick to my stomach, depressed, angry

Austin

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