Yipes
Copied from an email to Kurt:
Scott and I had rented a hotel suite in the mountains, I think for a birthday party/hiking expedition. It was a really strange room(s). Coming from the lobby, there was a set of stairs, a hallway, a curving set of stairs, another hallway, and then another set of stairs up to the first floor of the suite. It wasn’t until much later that I realized the room didn’t have a door, which was mostly the problem with the rest of the dream. The first floor of the suite was a kitchen, bathroom and dining area, but there was no walls between these. The kitchen area was tile, the bathroom area was tiled in a different color scheme, and the dining area was basically across from those, next to some huge windows (there was a gazebo outside). The shower was just a spigot coming out of the wall and a drain in the floor. The toilet was up on a small wall projection, next to the stairs up to the loft/befroom. Seriously, the toilet was about ten feet off the ground, facing the huge windows. I’ll have to draw you a picture, because this was seriously weirdly designed room. The loft portion, I just realized, wasn’t actually over there rest of the room, just higher than it.
Other people weren’t supposed to arriving for hours. It’s raining, so the hiking is off, so Scott and I are hanging out upstairs. We realize that it sounds like the shower is running. Scott goes tromping off downstairs and confronts the poor, scared girl who just wandered in the room with no door to take a shower. Upset about the showering girl, Scott goes out to the gazebo to wrap some presents. (what?)
I go to the ten foot high toilet, and while sitting there (the wrong direction I come to find out), three guys come wandering in to check out the place, since there’s no door. I’m high enough that they can’t see me, so I’m torn between yelling at them to get out, or just sitting there and waiting for them to go away. I think they eventually wander out, but I don’t remember because I was too preoccupied realizing that I was sitting on the toilet sideways.
At some point my sister and a few other people arrive. Scott gives us our presents, and it’s writing exercises we did when we were in first grade, nicely bound. Man, I had shitty handwriting then.
Then the garbage trucks woke me up.
What the fuck?!?
