Laundry

I can only remember bits and pieces from last night's dream. I walked into a laundry mat carrying a large black garbage bag filled with my laundry. I looked around and saw the place was filled with people doing laundry. I should have realized it would be, it being a Saturday.

I looked around to find a couple available washers. I saw 2 and headed towards them, but a woman told me someone else was going to use them. I figured that someone wasn't there, so I would, but I realized I had no quarters or laundry detergent. I decided I would try to wait until a week day when I thought there would be fewer people. Except I realized I was wearing the last of my clean clothes.

Then I walked into a bathroom. Just like the ones where I used to work. Those bathrooms were always so disgusting. I would clean the one I used the most, but otherwise I quit cleaning the rest of them. No sooner would I clean them when everyone else would troop into them and come out with the bathrooms looking like a mini tornado had blown through them as well as a small village full of people with dysentery. At work there were only roughly 10 people.

In my dream there was toilet paper everywhere.

Suddenly I was standing in a driveway. Just like at the house where I grew up. There were 2 cars parked in the driveway, one behind the other. I was standing between the two holding the garbage bag of laundry. I dropped it and started pulling my jeans off so I could change into a pair of red sweatpants I actually own and wash the jeans.

Then I woke up.