Usually I find myself in a bathroom that's filthy, and flooded, and nasty. I might have to use it, but I can't bring myself to. This time I was in an all-female dorm in a university. I went into the bathroom to find that it was flooded, but the water was crystal clear and quite deep. There were little fish swimming in the water. It wasn't really a pool to swim in, but more like there had been steps leading down to a lower level that was in the center of the room. There were several old style lion claw bathtubs with shower curtains, and a few marble baths with a couple glass doored showers. It was all pretty lush for a dorm bathroom.
My roommate asked if she could shower with me, because she didn't want to wade through the pond in the middle of the room due to the fish and everything. She was young, and maybe Chinese. I told her of course she could, and we began to undress.
Then the dream changed. I was in a shopping mall with my boyfriend, my roommate, and some others. I was really interested in looking at the stuff in the stores. It wasn't your average mall with clothing stores and cheap food. It was an artisan mall, and the stores were filled with really creative stuff. Paintings, sculptures, et cetera. My boyfriend was all in a fluff because he wanted to go to the candy store, and he wanted to get me something but didn't know what since i don't really like candy. I told him to get me fruit lollypops, and he left for the store.
Then the dream changed. I was waiting for a IAMX concert, well before time. There were people camping out in front of the stage for good spots. I laid down next to a really fat woman, hoping to have a place in front as well. I watched all the people and their friends having a good time just waiting, and felt lonely. I don't have many friends, really really deep friends. That is by design, because I have always felt most other people to be tiresome, as if they drain my energy and I'd rather have it for myself. I kind of brooded on that for a moment feeling sorry for myself.
Then my ex husband walked across the stage and called out to me. He said he'd be running sound for the concert, so come on and get myself backstage. I jumped up and ran over. I wanted to bad to meet the lead singer. He had to get to work, and told me to avoid a certain security guard. I was walking around, and looking through the glass walls into a rehearsal space where it seemed the circus was rehearsing. The glass wall came falling down, and people ran. I grabbed it with one hand and held it up, and asked the roadies to prop it up with speaker stacks. Just then a guard came up to me and asked me where my shoes were. I said that another guard had told us all to take them off. She told me to put them back on. I walked over to a pile of shoes and chose some pointy toed boots that weren't mine. i was hoping they were the singer's.
Just then he walked up to me. He took my hand and asked how I was. I said I had been looking for him. He said that maybe we should stare at each other until the mystery dissipated. I told him that in dreaming if I stare at any one face for too long it began to fall off. he said something about toilet paper, I think. I said, no, like when a piece of wood is burning, and the ash falls of from the embers inside. He smiled at that and we stared at each other. his face began to change. I grabbed his hair to keep him there. His hair turned blonde, then white. I was still holding his hand as we both changed and smiled and somehow remained the same. It was a delicious moment to share with that one soul, and I wondered for a moment if he was dreaming too.