I'm not sleeping super-well right now; I suspect this relates to the somewhat elevated level of anxiety I've been feeling for the past few months. Last night was particularly bad, though rather than just a general feeling of "I didn't sleep very well", I can at least point to the fact that I had a strange, seemingly anxiety-induced dream that left me feeling absolutely exhausted.
The beginning of the dream is somewhat vague. I was in some sort of house or flat or something; I don't think it was my "Manor of Sleep" that I've previously discussed, but it could well be a different part of that building that I haven't explored (or remembered) before.
The important thing is that it was some sort of communal place, rather than something that was just "mine". I feel like it was the aftermath of some sort of gathering or party or the like. And I really needed a piss.
I opened a door and walked right in. I knew that there would be people in there who were naked, so I walked right through without looking to either side; I knew that a friend from school who I haven't spoken to for nigh on twenty years was there, and he was shouting "I'm naked!" while lying on a bed with a similarly nude woman, but I didn't look; I couldn't see them. I just walked through and onward into what was apparently an en-suite bathroom.
I don't remember actually using the bathroom; the next thing I recall is entering the kitchen and a naked man with a moustache yelling at me that I "broke the baby code". I ignored him, so he just stood there, furious and nude, as I attempted to wash my hands.
The sink was sunken into a worktop that was both much too high and much too deep, making it almost impossible to reach without stretching or standing on something. It was surrounded by dirty pots and pans that I took great care not to touch, but when I rested my arm on the counter — unavoidable due to its sheer depth — I discovered that the whole thing was coated with what appeared to be cooking oil, and the sleeve of the leather jacket I was wearing became completely covered.
Beyond that, I don't really remember any other details, but I do know the experience was oddly terrifying, upsetting and anxiety-inducing; I woke up feeling like I hadn't had any rest at all, and feeling particularly uneasy about the day to come. So far no-one has yelled at me for "breaking the baby code", but the day is young!
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