Ostomy Dream 2: Frozen Stool
November 22, 2008*Real ostomy dreams before waking up with a full pouch.
I was in the living room of a very large house. The house had many rooms and white carpet. Other people were with me and I looked down at my pouch and saw it was half full. Strangely, the stool inside was frozen solid, a hard hemisphere of waste. I walked through the living room and into a side room.
The floor of the room was twenty feet below me, and the ceiling was just as far away. The room was very long and cold. Snow covered the floor, and four snow forts were built against the wall. I stepped into the room at the bottom of the slope, the snow forts above me. A girl from one of my classes tried talking to me but I couldn’t hear her so I walked to the other end of the room and climbed up to the door.
The next room was a swamp. Wooden logs made a small L-shaped path to the next door. I started walking across the logs when two motorcross drivers raced in on their cycles and sped across the log bridge.
Then I got into my car and drove down the Interstate. The road was three lanes wide and nobody was out yet, as it was early in the morning. I was in the far left lane and within seconds two guys walked up to me, each taking up the other two lanes. The two men walked calmly next to me. I clocked them at 50 mph, even though they were just walking, not running.
Then I woke up and had to empty my pouch.
good God, weird!
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