Dirty crapped briefs
Items from the internet always wind up in my dreams. This afternoon I had a real upsetting dream with Chris-Chan in it. ewww i know.
I was Chris' sister I believe, but we also had cousins over that day. We had separate rooms, a wall and a door separated them (like those motel rooms that have the door that connects to another room). The door was open, and I could hear him tard raging about something. I walk in his room, and our toddler cousin had pooped on the floor. Chris was raising hell about it. The baby walked away from the crime scene, and seconds later, the kids poop exploded all over Chris and his room (which was very neat and clean). Chris screamed. I walked further into his room to inspect, I guess and that gave him enough time to escape into my room.
I notice that my Diet Coke journal is missing--and nobody and I mean nobody messes with my Diet Coke journal. Chris had thrown it in the trashcan in my room. CHRIS THREW AWAY MY JOURNAL. I had to inspect it to make sure there wasn't poop on it.
Later on in the dream, I guess someone cleaned his room up, because there were lots of cousins in his room, and Princess Leia was there too. I guess the kids were playing Star Wars, and she came in (wrapped in brown shopping bags, to cover up her clothes) she fussed at the kids for making fun of Chris.
I was Chris' sister I believe, but we also had cousins over that day. We had separate rooms, a wall and a door separated them (like those motel rooms that have the door that connects to another room). The door was open, and I could hear him tard raging about something. I walk in his room, and our toddler cousin had pooped on the floor. Chris was raising hell about it. The baby walked away from the crime scene, and seconds later, the kids poop exploded all over Chris and his room (which was very neat and clean). Chris screamed. I walked further into his room to inspect, I guess and that gave him enough time to escape into my room.
I notice that my Diet Coke journal is missing--and nobody and I mean nobody messes with my Diet Coke journal. Chris had thrown it in the trashcan in my room. CHRIS THREW AWAY MY JOURNAL. I had to inspect it to make sure there wasn't poop on it.
Later on in the dream, I guess someone cleaned his room up, because there were lots of cousins in his room, and Princess Leia was there too. I guess the kids were playing Star Wars, and she came in (wrapped in brown shopping bags, to cover up her clothes) she fussed at the kids for making fun of Chris.