well, something weird, i don't know about good, but different

i dreamed
i was trying to get somewhere
i had a dream vacation planned, or something
but i was snowed in everywhere
i couldn't get to the airport
i couldn't get to my destination
and time was running out

i don't know what that means
but it doesn't seem good

but it wasn't like a nightmare, either
just like i was trying everything i could think of


but
this next part
i don't know, really don't know
what to make of it


i was standing in my kitchen
and i really needed to pee
so i did
like right there
and it just kept going and going
hot and yellow and making a giant pool on the floor
and i thought:
man, this is going to be a huge mess to clean up
and it reminded me of the time i saw the percheron piss
and it was like i couldn't finish
it just went on and on
but in a very releasing sort of way

when i was a kid
i read a book that was supposed to explain sex to kids
and it described the feeling of an orgasm:
the way you feel when you pee when you've really got to go

which i sensed at the time couldn't be right
and later
after i finally had one
made me wonder if that author had ever had one

so i'm not saying
this was orgasmic peeing
but it did feel good
and
other than the clean up
i wasn't all shamed up about it

so finally i finish
and i go to get clean up stuff
and my father comes along and puts down a rug
and some wicker furniture
right on top of it
i'm watching the pee soak into the rug
which is at least a thick cotton washable rug

and
i'm not sure whether it's weirder
that he put a rug and wicker chairs in the kitchen
or the fact that it was my father who did it

what do you suppose that's all about
sheesh