Wiccan Whirlpool

another wild ride…

Last night when I “came to” I was in another crowded place, possibly another shopping mall or some kind of convention center.  I realized I had to pee so I began looking for the bathroom.  When I located the bathroom I found it to be a huge open room dimly lit with bare flourescent light fixtures and tiled in “institution green.”  It looked ancient and it was in very bad shape.  It was dirty, tiles were broken, divider doors were broken and their paint was chipped.  Many toilets had no paper, did not function at all and were rusty, were full of standing ick, and/or were missing some part or all of the divider.  People were lined up next to each other sitting down to go and I couldn’t locate an acceptable receptacle.  All of the people were old and depressed-looking.  Eventually I settled on one in a corner where the lights were dim. 

After escaping the bathroom I entered another door close by.  There were heavy old curtains drawn over the windows, blocking all of the outside light.  Dirty, dank, old mattresses covered in tattered bedclothes were scattered about on the floor.  I was instantly sleepy and couldn’t help by lay down even though I was repulsed.  As more people entered the room I managed to rouse myself enough to notice two sets of my elderly bank customers being led in by a man I knew was in charge.  I tried to yell out to tell them not to lie down but I couldn’t make any noise.  Somehow I fought off the covers and got up, and I began to struggle with the heavy curtains.  The rings were rusty and didn’t want to move along the rods and the curtains were fighting me back, but I was able to let a little light in.  I managed to get one set of customers up and out but the others just waved goodbye as I left.

Next was a room where the floor was covered in puzzles.  Everyone who walked in had to help put one together in order to leave.  Two people were alreay working on my puzzle before I started.  It was all in shades of brown and tan and the pieces were small.  We were under a time limit, and the man appeared again.  Something bad was going to happen if we didn’t finish the puzzle but the two men working on mine wouldn’t listen to me and kept messing it up. 

I had an extreme sense of dread throughout the entire dream.

I woke up as I was yelling at them for screwing up again. 

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