You may find this funny but I once had a dream about pay toilets. I walked up, handed my root clod to God, the door came open and then closed behind me. I sat down and began to read the graffiti; "Em all" said one and "Maelstrom chronicles" another, "Introspect the bottomless key" and "Will this all come up again tomorrow?" This last was written on the handle which when depressed revealed another little sign which said "NO!"
"Thank you God" I said as I left the stall. "Your welcome Buckwheat" he replied. The words echoed.
As I was waking from this dream I found myself wondering wether it was a reminiscent image of the midnight diaper change or the real thing. Maybe I'll be more like the trees tomorrow and live on sunlight I pondered. Just then I heard my mother's kind voice. "Time to wake up" she said. "I'm already awake" I said as I got out of bed.
Reminiscent of what would happen if Philip K Dick
Robert A Heinlein and Stanislaus Lem donated genetic
materials to the Martians and Arthur C Clark gave
It a backdoor birth. Which reminds me last time I was
In a foreign country (to me) I used a pay toilet however
I didn't know it was pay to use until after I deposited and tried
So imagine someone accosting you in a foreign
Language and demanding" you sh*t now you must
Dreams... what can you say? Last night I dreamt of dogs trained to smell traces of crude oil... OK Sigmund, what's up with that? Pay toilets in Heaven? Will we still have to "go" when we are in heaven? But nothing is so overrated as bad sex nor underrated as a good dump. So it said on one bathroom wall. I think that sage knew what he was talking about.
Of course, "Will this all come up again tomorrow?" is somewhat ambiguous and perhaps a little scary.
((Laughs out loud!!)) I find it odd that none of 68 viewers could say at least Hey! --or yay, or Nay.. so I will say that I found this quite amusing. I liked the time-warp thing happening and the nonsensical yet somewhat cryptic messages in the graffiti. Do pay toilets still exist? I guess so,--though it’s been at least 30 years since I was in a facility/ city large enough to offer such inconveniences.
This made me reminisce though about using said facilities in Detroit City while shopping with my Mom as a young girl ( in the fifties!) She would ceremoniously plug in a dime, then enter and help my little sis with her toilet, then let me in while she and Sis waited outside (--and oh those paper toilet seat covers—had to use those or God knows what devastating havoc might be wrought on our tender bodies) When I was done , I made my exit carefully, holding the door open for Mom so she could have her turn in private while I watched Sis. When she exited –she often would hold the door for some other woman or child who looked like they might be better off saving that dime.
Oh,---and on the way home--- ( we lived in Windsor--) we would visit yet another pay toilet—where one at a time, my mother would layer upon us all the clothing purchased in the “States”. I recall wearing 6 or more pairs of cotton panties, several T-shirts, perhaps a couple of slips or camisoles, and a dress or two, the shortest ones closest to my body, all covered by a bouffant crinoline and calf-length skirt.Similarly she layered up my Sis, and then herself ( stuffing Pall Mall packs evenly about her waist and midriff, then securing them under a loosely laced girdle.
So there, --- not much of a critique I suppose, but for myself, I usually just want to know if I reached anyone---on any level, the good, the bad or the ugly,--and I suspect that if you have been lurking around Eliteville this long—you probably have a similar motive.