According to the DSM IV, I Have Full-Blown Narcissism 2.0
Patient presents with the desire to blog about a dream for the second time. Rx: Genital Electroconvulsive Therapy.
The dream: I moved in with my friend Aaron for the third time, but he was away the day I moved in. He lived in a labrynthine apartment with 2 women. I really had to shit, but I didn’t know which bathroom to use, and the women were wisely hedging about their willingness to let me use their own toilets. One of the bathrooms had what looked like a 1/2 toilet, 1/2 bidet, but it was set into the countertop like a sink.
I woke up still convinced I had to poo, so I ran to the bathroom before realizing that it was only a dream.
I’m pretty convinced that the nut of the problem is my desire to make the move-in with Aaron permanent. Because I am gay. And so is he.*
* As far as I know, neither of the above outings reflect conditions in phenomenal reality. Also, it’s an Aaron who none of you have ever met. He’s a guy I met on vacation. In Niagra. You wouldn’t know him.