Dreamlog circa young
I storm into the downstairs 532 union bathroom. Justin is on the pot. I want to use the potty. So I forcefully push the lever and down he goes.
Cut to later that night. I’m sleeping…on the top bunk of the bunkbed (his bunk). I see his silhouette. He is swimming above me….somewhere between the ceieling in the attic. He passes by like a long shark and dissapears.
So that’s where toilets go.
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