Get This Out of Me

Last night I asked what the date is. I only remember the dreams at the end. 

Travis and I were on the same bus. He was acting more like we were just two people on the same bus, though he was conscious that I was there. We got off at the same place to walk home. I think I was going to get off sooner but decided to wait. 

I dreamt that I was lying down on my left side, as if I had been sleeping. I’m not sure where I was as the details faded as I was waking up but knew there were people around. 

I dreamt of being on a ride / tour with other people looking at houses that are for sale. We passed by one, or more, up on a hill that was on my left. There was one rectangular shaped and was two stories, with windows along the back. There was music playing and it was “said” that when music is playing, that means something. I knew what that means in the dream but forgot when I woke. There was also something about the house being expensive.

I felt that something had come out of my butt, between my cheeks. I grabbed it and pulled out a handful of what looked like dog food. I thought about when I ate some when I was little. It continued to come out, grabbing it by handfuls, and placing it in a row in front of me. As I continued, there began to be some light colored peanut butter textured poop. It didn’t freak me out because there wasn’t a whole lot,and I knew that I had to get it out of me. The line grew to several feet. I felt a bump on the outer side of my right butt cheek, knowing that I had lots more to come out, so I decided to take a break. I wondered why I didn’t just stand up and let it come out on its own.

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