About a week ago I had a bizarre dream. I haven't written about it before now because it has some...frankly gross elements that seemed fairly gratuitous, if a subconscious can be gratuitous that is. But after some things became illuminated during the work week, I saw the dream as much more intuitive than I had right off.
In the dream I turn around and Curtis is naked as his name day (as they say in The Song of Ice and Fire series). For some reason, in a fit of very-unlike-me-ness, I lope right over to him and put my arms around him in a slinky way that I hope to never replicate in reality - with anyone. Now this is when it gets gross, and there is no delicate way to explain what happened next, but as I was looking over his arm from embracing him I notice something odd, then he groans and kind of squirms and I let go. I let go because I notice he just shat himself all over the floor of my place.
He doesn't even say anything, just kind of looks guilty and naked and like a person who just crapped all a flood of disgusting stuff that doesn't really even resemble shit really. Even though the house doesn't look like the one I live in now or any I have lived in before, my female housemates come in and are appalled and kind of take me to the side and want me to get rid of him. The me in the dream though defends him, explaining that he probably has a bowel disorder and that it isn't his fault and he doesn't need to be made to feel worse than he surely already does. I don't remember much after that and/or I woke up shortly after that.
Well at work a few days later I am in the break room and so are a lot of people, including Curtis who is holding a nearly empty bottle. I'm not really paying attention to him, just fleeting glances as I would to anyone else in the room really (I have become that apathetic) but I realized he is spitting into the cup, not drinking out of it. Immediate disgust and just "why?!" but I don't ask. Him doing dip is one thing but doing it at work is one of my biggest pet peeves about working for the company that I do. I have seen it before where employees who do dip bring it to work and go out on the floor with it in their mouths like it isn't a tobacco product and they aren't in a public place where it is not allowed. And it is unprofessional as all fuck, that too.
While talking to another associate who work in the same department as Curtis, he relays the drama in the department revolving around their department head who apparently doesn't do his job. In the telling of his story he mentions off hand that when Curtis put in his two weeks he unleashed a torrent of complaint about how the department and store are being run. I stopped him to clarify who he was talking about and indeed Curtis is leaving after this next week.
It all clicked. He was ballsy/dumb enough to do dip on the floor because he is as good as gone. My dream kind of clicked too. Minus the housemate element, it kind of summed up my interest in him. We had virtually nothing in common so I guess it was kind of physical interest, though my that wasn't very prominent for my either. And then he did something disgusting, perhaps unintentionally, to ruin his image in my mind.
Well...it cracked me up, if nothing else.
In the dream I turn around and Curtis is naked as his name day (as they say in The Song of Ice and Fire series). For some reason, in a fit of very-unlike-me-ness, I lope right over to him and put my arms around him in a slinky way that I hope to never replicate in reality - with anyone. Now this is when it gets gross, and there is no delicate way to explain what happened next, but as I was looking over his arm from embracing him I notice something odd, then he groans and kind of squirms and I let go. I let go because I notice he just shat himself all over the floor of my place.
He doesn't even say anything, just kind of looks guilty and naked and like a person who just crapped all a flood of disgusting stuff that doesn't really even resemble shit really. Even though the house doesn't look like the one I live in now or any I have lived in before, my female housemates come in and are appalled and kind of take me to the side and want me to get rid of him. The me in the dream though defends him, explaining that he probably has a bowel disorder and that it isn't his fault and he doesn't need to be made to feel worse than he surely already does. I don't remember much after that and/or I woke up shortly after that.
Well at work a few days later I am in the break room and so are a lot of people, including Curtis who is holding a nearly empty bottle. I'm not really paying attention to him, just fleeting glances as I would to anyone else in the room really (I have become that apathetic) but I realized he is spitting into the cup, not drinking out of it. Immediate disgust and just "why?!" but I don't ask. Him doing dip is one thing but doing it at work is one of my biggest pet peeves about working for the company that I do. I have seen it before where employees who do dip bring it to work and go out on the floor with it in their mouths like it isn't a tobacco product and they aren't in a public place where it is not allowed. And it is unprofessional as all fuck, that too.
While talking to another associate who work in the same department as Curtis, he relays the drama in the department revolving around their department head who apparently doesn't do his job. In the telling of his story he mentions off hand that when Curtis put in his two weeks he unleashed a torrent of complaint about how the department and store are being run. I stopped him to clarify who he was talking about and indeed Curtis is leaving after this next week.
It all clicked. He was ballsy/dumb enough to do dip on the floor because he is as good as gone. My dream kind of clicked too. Minus the housemate element, it kind of summed up my interest in him. We had virtually nothing in common so I guess it was kind of physical interest, though my that wasn't very prominent for my either. And then he did something disgusting, perhaps unintentionally, to ruin his image in my mind.
Well...it cracked me up, if nothing else.
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