Merrily merrily merrily merrily / Life is like my dreams

[flemmings]

Of course people my age dream about toilets as a subconscious nudge to wake up already, but I wonder why my subconscious tends to make them padded Louis XV jobbies, nice enough as chairs but useless for elimination purposes. Maybe it's the 'frustration' aspect that almost automatically goes with the 'toilet' part. Last night's dream, though, lacked the usual trope of 'looking for a toilet in Japan that isn't occupied and is usable.' I was in a Canadian and very probably Torontonian (going by its international denizens) mall or large restaurant. The Louis XV toilets were all lined up against the far wall, cheek by jowl and in full view of everyone: mostly occupied by people chatting with the stranger beside them while they relieved themselves. 'Oh yes,' I thought as I took my seat beside a 30-ish Italian guy, 'they have to be like this because of the unisex bathroom law.'

There were dragon kings involved earlier on, or in a separate dream, forgotten except for a vague fancy that it was about Gouen and sex.

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[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

One has to ask ... what you might've had for supper if any before you went to sleep. That is rather an interesting mix of dreams.

Those throne like chairs though ... they like them plush and in various shades of burgundy/red this side of the world. More auspicious. Haha! But damn those are expensive chairs.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

I dine lightly- some avocado, a few shrimp, some rice crackers. And it's not the first time I've had both those dreams, so it's more subcooscious than innards at work. ^_^

Yes, expensive. Real wood and real craftsmanship cost these days, so even replicas are pricey.