The first, the stress dream, always involves absolutely filthy public bathrooms. I have to pee but these huge bathrooms, with dozens of toilets but no individual stalls, are always disgustingly dirty, with pools of urine on the floor and feces-smeared walls.
The second, non-stress dream, always involves exploring old Victorian buildings, often reminiscent of UofT's University College. I often get the feeling that I'm not really supposed to be there. The place is usually filled with antiques, roaring fireplaces, interesting stairwells, etc. I had this dream last night and I ended up, with two mysterious companions, in a sitting room with a roaring fire, a comfy sofa, and a bunch of old photos. Strangely, there were also two modern stainless steel-faced elevators, one of which we left in after being asked to leave. Once there was a huge amphitheatre at the top of a wide staircase. Another time, I found a 1970s-esque room full of musical instruments (like my high school music class) at the top of a narrow stair just like the ones to the top floor of Hart House.
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