I had the most bizarre dream a few nights ago about a man who got very angry with me in the toilets of what seemed to be a theatre or stadium. The queue was very long and there was no order so if someone spotted a free cubicle they just made a dash for it. None of the doors on the bathrooms would close properly and the walls of the cubicles were far too short, so short in fact that people could see your head and shoulders when you were seated. Some had invisible people occupying them so even if you thought you finally had a cubicle there was a chance that someone was in there already but you just could not see them. I had finally got into a cubicle when a man entered with his wife and a large double seater pram. A little girl was occupying one seat and two chicken nuggets were lying in the other. The little girl was of a young age too old to be in a pram but young enough that she would still be escorted to the bathroom. She appeared to pass no heed of the poultry beside her. As I tried to jam the door of my cubicle shut, the man began ramming the pram against the door demanding to be let it. I tried to politely tell him that there was already someone in this cubicle but since the door would not close properly he said that he wanted to be let in, as he needed to use it. He continuously rammed the pram against the door until finally herammed it so hard that the pram toppled over and the little girl and the chicken nuggets fell out. The little girl jumped up immediately flattened out her skirt and walked over to take her mother’s hand. The man however fell to the floor lifting the chicken nuggets and shouting that I had hurt his children. I looked at their supposed mother and she had this bizarre look on her face – the kind that someone gives you when they need you to play along with some lie they have told. I apologised to the man and returned to the stall. At this stage everyone was looking at us, even the people in the stalls who could see over the walls and the door. The man continued to shout abuse at me and began throwing items of rubbish at me. I tried to tell him that all I wanted to do was use the bathroom. He shouted at me that while I was toppling over his pram an invisble man had climbed over the wall of the cubicle and was now in the stall with me. I could feel movement but as I tried to go to the toilet the man kept throwing this at me and shouting at me so the invisble man did not realy seem to bother me. I kept looking over to his wife but she just kept giving me that bizarre look. Eventually the man threw a woolly hat that missed me but hit a girl in another stall. When she turned around he claimed that it was a present to her from me. She smiled and looked grateful but then he held up a giant stuffed dog and said that this is a present I gave him. The girl looked very jealous and threw the hat back at me. When I finally left the stall, I asked the man’s wife why he thought that these chicken nuggets were his children. The man overheard and said, “How dare you insult my children?!” I turned to him and replied that it was not an insult because they were chicken nuggets. He looked hurt but not angry and turned to his wife and said “is this true?” His wife did not reply so he asked her again this time leaning very far into her face and shouting “Is it true that these are not my children?” She only nodded her head. He then broke down into tears, and then fell to his knees, mushing the nuggets into the ground with the palms of his hands. When he got to his feet he demanded to know if they were not his children then whose children were they. After this I left the bathroom and began walking along a corridor. There were other people walking along it too and there was some mention of the Little Mermaid. I cannot remember anything after that.
Cheers for reading,
Jane
