November 12, 2025, Evo Numy
Image by Clayton Majona from Pixabay
I dreamt.
Part I: Disassociative Dirty Toilet
I was in a restroom in a large, accessible stall. I was sitting because I could feel my consciousness disassociating from my self. It felt like I was leaving my body, hovering above it, watching it. I watched something else fill in my consciousness that was similar to me but it wasn’t human. It was like an entity from another dimension took my memories and personality. It was harmless but didn’t understand human interactions, it was awkward as heck.
My friends came into the restroom to check in on me and opened the stall. “I” panicked and told them not to come in because I was pooping. They came in anyway to check in on me. I came back to my body. The entity and I merged and I became so discombobulated. My friends asked me if I was okay. I looked around and looked at the filthy toilet. There were bits of soiled toilet paper flung around it. I was so disgusted that I began to clean it. My friends were freaked out and left.
After they left, I came out of the stall and went over to the mirror. I looked into my eyes and saw them changing color. They turned from hazel, to deep brown, to a golden amber color. It was a very beautiful color and I was mesmerized with my eyes.
Part II: Elementary Reunion
I was attending a reunion at my elementary school. My friends and I were in our high school-aged bodies. Many people were walking from the playground to the gymnasium. I was trying to walk but I could only take a few steps before stumbling. I was trying to figure out how to use my human body. All my friends saw that I was acting weird and not talking.
We all sat in an outdoor auditorium. It was decorated like a jungle. There were vines, flowers and string lights everywhere. I was sitting next to my elementary school bestie and a friend from high school. We were packed in like sardines and I can remember feeling the heat from their bodies. We all had to partner up for a project. I partnered up with my bestie and everyone else had a partner. There was one person who did not have a partner. It was a guy who was bullied for being smelly. He wandered around and asked if anyone needed a partner. No one looked at him or talked to him.
I leaned over as whispered to my bestie, “We should let him join.”
She gave me an incredulous look and shook her head. The guy wandered around the auditorium again and said, “does no one really want to be my partner? Come on guys!”
I felt so bad for him. A pang of guilt ran through me. I wanted him to join my group but my bestie didn’t want him to. I should’ve let him into my group because I don’t like seeing people left out.
I then had to leave for work at the laundromat. I was driving a yellow, 1967 Chevrolet Impala. There were many other 1950s-60s cars on the road also. They were all pastel colors, some were long like a limousine. In fact, all the buildings looked like they were from the 60’s.
I was coming to a three-way stop sign and none of the cars were stopping. I was nervous about someone crashing into me. When I came to the stop sign, everyone stopped and took their turn. I then pulled into the laundromat. It was barren and abandoned inside the building. I walked into a bathroom stall.
I awoke.