in the dream, open-air public toilets- regular, tank-on-the-back, non-industrial toilets- are as ubiquitous as water fountains. no one really uses them, because they are completely exposed, but they're everywhere and not necessarily seen as unhygienic or disgusting.
I'm walking downtown. it's the middle of the night. I must have been staying down there; it's like I'm taking a cheerful sweatpanted insomniac stroll. it's freezing cold but there's no snow; the pavement is bare and glittery. there is also no power- the streetlights are dark and the sky is absolutely saturated with stars. I'm listening to stand-up comedy on my headphones, and the (sigh) Dane Cookish guy is talking about these public toilets. "you want to tell everyone who sees you using one 'hey man, it's cool! I was just peeing!' because NO ONE wants to shit in public!" the audience is laughing hysterically. I'm laughing also as I'm listening on this quiet street. and then I see this toilet at 5th & E. how weirdly timed and perfect that I should have to micturate right then! it's too perfect! so I do. and right when I finish I see someone walking up the dark street from about a block away. I start laughing again, thinking of the comedian, wanting to shout a disclaimer. I cross the street and start walking back to wherever I was staying (toward C Street). the block with the 5th Ave parking garage is so dark I accidentally bump into the corner of the building. I know there are multiple alcoves and I can't see ANYTHING. that one pedestrian is still on the other side of the street. suddenly I realize how fucking vulnerable I am. this is NOT SAFE. I make myself wake up.
I would actually consider this a nightmare due to the completely sinister turn it took.
this is what I can remember. the entire setting was hyper-realistic. most of my dreams are; perhaps that's why they fuck with my head.
*it had a little paper.
**it's the middle of the night.
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