Date: 07-05-2019
Last night I had a typical purge dream. Me, my dad, my mom, my sister and her kids, and my brother were all on a campsite. We were there as one family, but we had arrived there separately. Everyone slept in their own tent in the same configuration we now life in real life, so mom and dad in one tent, my sister and her kids in their own tent, my brother in his own tent, and me too in my own tent. I don’t recall whether or not my wife or my brother’s girlfriend YL were there. I think it was assumed they were there, but I never saw them, or they just didn’t do anything in this dream. On the campsite I would sometimes run into mom and dad, and I found it really unpleasant each time I did. Yet, I would on occasion come by their tent to visit them.
This campsite functioned like a mini community. There was a tent that was a mini market, a “used stuff” tent, and even a doctors’ tent. It was filled with these kinds of tents, like it was its own little village, but all in tents. It was weird, but it gets a little weirder. The “used stuff” tent was also the garage tent of my parents. It was filled with derelict machines and discarded items, that you were allowed to take without pay. I had gotten a different tent than the one I had arrived with in one of the shop tents, and in my new tent I could fit a larger mattress. In this dream I recalled I had left a large mattress with mom and dad, so I was hoping this bigger mattress would be in their garage. And so I went looking in their garage tent.
But no luck. There were a bunch of old mattresses inside, but not the one I looked for, none of the others were the right size. They were just too big, or small, or too thick, or too thin, or the wrong size. I started puzzling how I could make one big mattress out of a few smaller ones, but I couldn’t keep my focus. I somehow lacked the mental power to do the calculations from the top of my head. I also really needed to pee, so I reasoned that’s why I wasn’t able to concentrate. I ceased my search temporarily, and went looking for a toilet tent. My mom and dad also had brought such a thing with them.
I looked around and found a small tent with a bucket. I stood upright and started to relief myself, aiming for the white bucket. As I did I immediately felt there was something wrong with me, physically. It felt different, and it hurt a little. And the way my pee looked made it clear I was not well. It looked like it was mixed with transparent water colour paint (aquarelle). It hit the water already in the bucket and it looked like I was pouring lemonade into it. It was just so super concentrated. While relieving myself the colour would sometimes be more normal again, but turned dark yellow soon after. I was shocked at what I saw and thought to myself: “This ain’t right. What could possibly be causing this?” In my head I went through a sort of list of possible causes.
But while thinking and still peeing, I now noticed all kinds or red pieces inside the fluid in the bucket. They had emerged from my stream. I looked at them from close by, demonstrating a level of flexibility that I do no posses in real life, and actually bordered on the impossible. Up close, while still peeing, I saw these red pieces were actually small worms and woodlice. I was in total shock. It all fell into place; why peeing hurt, why my urine was so dark yellow. Somehow I had become infected with disease causing organisms, and I really needed to go see a doctor.
But I had so many bad experiences with my real life doctor, who is quite an inept bitch of a young woman. A real piece of work. I was afraid she would be on duty in the doctors’ tent now. If she was, she would again not believe my symptoms as she had done so twice in the past, resulting in again an incorrect diagnose. I had to bring proof, so I grabbed a thee cup from my own stuff, and scooped some of the fluid out of the bucket, making sure I also captured a few of those critters in the cup. Now I was ready to go see a doctor. As I walked towards the doctors’ tent, I walked past mom and dad, who were seated outside their tent.
In a reflex I had shown them the cup with the critters swimming around in my pee. It was a reflex in the sense I was in need of some comforting words, and parents normally tended to give those words. But I immediately regretted showing them, cause instead of assuring or comforting me, all they had to say was that they didn’t have it, and that I should take better care of myself. My mom said these things, and my dad stuttered as he repeated her words: “Ye.. ye.. yes, w w w w w we d d d d don’t h h h h h h h h h h have it.” Like that’s what I needed to hear from them.
The rest of the dream is a haze. I don’t remember much details. What I do recall was that I went to get medication from the pharmacy tent without ever seeing any doctor. I also recall the potion I needed to take had a nasty taste, but that I put myself to it to drink it regardless, as I wanted to kill the parasites in my system. The potion came in a little brown stained glass bottle. As I drank it, I could actually feel the creatures inside my body die.
