The NuvoraDream: When a Public Restroom Turns Surreal

I found myself wandering through a desolate area when I spotted a rundown public toilet. Suddenly, a man\’s angry shout erupted from inside: \”Can\’t a guy even take a crap in peace?\”

Curious—and desperate to pee—I stepped inside. Several men dressed in Peking opera costumes (or ancient-style clothing, definitely not modern attire) stood around. Maybe it was the cold or the long queue, but one guy had actually started a bonfire right there in the restroom. I gave him a nod and joined him by the fire, scanning the place. The space was huge but only had three squat toilets. Then I noticed a strange woman leaning against the wall, about 3-4 years older than me.

\”Uh… this is the men\’s room?\” I said. She didn\’t react. When I got closer, I realized she was half a head taller. Our eyes met—then her body jerked violently. Without warning, she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. I tried pulling back, but she locked me in a kiss. My fingers kept moving, digging and rubbing until… they came away sticky. Something felt off.

I yanked my hand free and froze. \”You freak! You just shit on my hand?!\” She giggled and pointed at the faucet. I cranked it open—only for liquid feces to gush out. Frantic, I wiped my hands on my clothes, smearing filth everywhere.

That\’s when I noticed we were alone. The others had vanished. The woman was now sprawled on the floor, snoring. \”Hey, wake up! We gotta go!\” No matter how hard I shook her, she wouldn\’t stir. Finally, I carried her outside… and found myself on my office rooftop. Wait, this has to be a dream, I realized—I was supposed to be home for the holidays.

Clutching her, I descended the stairs, chanting: \”Don\’t wake up, don\’t wake up.\” But before I\’d taken five steps, her body began fading. Then mine followed—feet first, a creeping warmth rising until it hit my chin. My head throbbed. Bzzzt. I woke up.