Spock Misses The Point

Last night I dreamt I was helping two friends empty a bucket. It was a big bucket, about the size of a small child. It was also a never emptying bucket that kept refilling itself.

However, what made this dream particularly memorable was that this bucket contained filth. Floating on top is a layer of shit. It took quite a few goes to scoop that out. I was just watching my friends do it. I wanted to help, but they didn’t need, nor wanted, my help. I felt a bit left out, but was glad I wasn’t scooping shit.

After getting the floating shit layer off, the bucket refilled itself. This time with fresh vomit. Why fresh? Because the smell was so intense that it made me retch, again and again. I’m pretty sure I was actually retching in bed. So of course, this was when my two friends wanted me to help. The bucket was much heavier than before, and it was filled to the brim with the stinking sour smell of fresh vomit. There was a toilet near by, but that was filled to the brim too, and blocked. The other option was a smaller but empty bucket, even though we know it won’t help us empty the big auto-refilling bucket. My two friends began to scoop mugs of vomit out and pouring those down a drain hole in the floor. At that time I got impatient with the whole thing, picked up the bucket and started to pour it into the blocked up toilet. Surprisingly, the toilet didn’t overflow. Vomit kept getting poured in, and the toilet just kept taking it in. I was still retching when I was pouring. As I got closer and closer to actually vomiting, I woke up.

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