Disturbing dream

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Last night I dreamed I was on a Phoenix Swords trip with Jose and Devon.  I
think we were out in the mountains of Pennsylvania, but I’m not totally
sure.
We were in a fairly small town that was in some high hills/low mountains
and it was just about dark.  We had stopped in this town because Jose had
family there and he wanted to stop and visit them.  Now, we were leaving to
get back on the road.
As we came out to the car, we heard a lot of shouting.
“Aryan!  Aryan! Aryan!”
We looked over and there were a bunch of people with torches surrounding a
car.
“We don’t need you Aryans around here!” they shouted.  “Accept more
diversity in your lives!  If you don’t accept brown, get out of town!”
They started rocking the car back and forth.
Finally the car broke free and drove away.  The crowd started looking
around.
“Jose, I’m glad you came with us this trip,” I said.
“I’ll go get my family,” he said.  “They’ll vouch for you guys.”
“I’d actually rather you stayed here with us,” I said.  But, he had already
gone.
Devon had gotten into the back seat of the car, locked the doors and hidden
under a blanket.
The crowd was starting to come down the street in our direction.  I thought
I should not be there when it arrived.
There was a bar across the street, so I crossed and went into it.  There
were very few people in there, and I could hear the crowd right outside.
So, I decided to go hide in a stall in the men’s room.
I went into the men’s room and it was very strange.  It was all white tile
and looked like a very old subway station.  There were no stalls in there.
Instead there was a seat on a raised cone with a chain running from the
chair to a hole in the floor at the base of the cone.  There was a metal
railing that ran along the base of the cone that bent to make a path up to
the chain at the top along the course of the chain.
I went over and looked.
I realized it was the toilet.  You sat in the chair and pedaled some bike
like pedals up near the chair.  This would raise a bucket out of the hole
to be positioned under the chair.  When you were done, you pedaled the
other way and it would take the bucket back and dump it.
I stood there for a time looking at it.  Not only would it totally not hide
me as I wished, but there was no way I would ever want to go to the
bathroom up on a raised platform in front of everyone.
I heard the crowd coming into the bar out front.
I saw another of these strange contraptions behind the raised dais.  It was
the same mechanism only set into the ground behind the first so the
“operator” chair was just below ground level. I decided that it would be my
best option for hiding.
I ran around the first one and went to sit in the chair.
The smell coming up from the pit made me stop.  There was no way I could
bring myself to sit in the chair inside the pit.
Dream ends
This one really bothered me.  I think part of it might be because last
night I was reading the letter JRR Tolkien sent to the German publishing
house when they asked him if he was Aryan enough to be published in Germany
in 1938.
I have no idea where the toilet thing came from.

Comments

[cissa.livejournal.com]

I've had some pretty weird toilet-focused dreams, but yours is way weirder than any of mine. Congratulations? it sounds disturbing!