recurring dream

recurring dream I'm a black kid in some sort of group home. I'm, like, the tough kid, the kid you don't want to cross, the kid who doesn't give a shit about shit. Something happens, or maybe it doesn't. Maybe the home is out in the woods, like a retreat, or maybe it's just in the city, I think it changes depending on the dream Eventually I grab a bicycle and just get the fuck out of there. I might punch out someone first, I might not. I might do it sneakily, or might just rely on sheer speed to get out of a chase.

Also, the furniture in my living room was rearranged---seemingly almost specifically to prevent me from working out comfortably.

Also, I took a large shit in my dream. No big, except when I tried to flush it and realized I'd created a veritable iceberg of shit in the toilet bowl, and flushing caused it to emerge and a huge part of it broke off outside the toilet bowl. It had structural integrity at first, but once that big piece broke off and fell on the floor, I knew it was soft and would be a motherfucker to clean up.