Off-Topic General Discussion - Page 3780

I've psudo explained this before, but ever sense I was ~10 I've been having this "dream" where I'm in my mid to late 20s and all of a sudden I get this sequence of events in my life that end up leading me to New York City right around New Year. In tonight's particular escapade, I end up flying from Houston to NY on the redline in order to meet with my sister for dinner of all things. While how I get there is mostly irrelevant it always has this sequence where I bring about the end of the world.I end up walking through Central Park at noon on a Thursday only to notice that everyone around me is gasping for air and falling over ill in the most violent ways possible. Some have pox, others have blisters that are erupting from their open skin as they fall over and die in agonizing pain. Once I realize the gravity of the situation, I feel the air around me grow cold as if warmth had been removed from the world. I try to rub my hands together, only to notice that my skin has turned the most sickly shade of pale one can imagine. However, I don't feel weak I feel unstoppable. I begin to walk towards the center of the park, trees wilting, snow melting and grass decaying along the way only to find that near one of the lakes are 3 individuals on horse back look at me. Without thinking I walk towards them and normally this is where the dream shakes me awake.

However, last night the dream continued. The horses stop in front of me and their riders begin conversing with one another, but I can't understand anything being said. If I had a way to discribe what it sounded like it would be a mix between guttural sounding french and very very poor English. I try to see faces of these riders but they are hooded and I am unable, but the rider in red dismounts its horse and move towards me. Only when she is running her hand over my face do I get a good look. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, 5'11, blood red hair, eyes that look as though they are on fire. She pulls me into a hug and whispers,

"We're waiting."

I then wake up to my alarm going off at 02:45 his morning for work. The thing that really freaked me out was how cold I was this morning. It was about 68 degrees outside, but I was shivering underneath my blankets.

Okay, I'm not going to advocate me not being prone to social anxiety when I go peeing and someone comes in the cramped space of office urnials right next to me to pee aswell.. so there's a disclaimer if I've ever written one.
Now, sometimes, due to kidney issues in the past, I sometimes overestimate how stronly I have to go. So I go into the toilet, guessing it can take a little while before I have to go, not really worried about anything. But here's the problem: as soon as the social anciety thought comes into my mind (which is almost always because stupid association), and someone comes in to pee aswell, I peeblock myself.
So this guy comes in, with me already standing there. I'm like: fuck, this is probably going to take a while aswell since I don't really have to go that urgently I notice now.
But he's also standing there... quite long now. And for a while, we're just standing there, in a social anxiety pee related stand-off. I've experienced it enough times not to really give a shit, but he gets impatient (since it wasn't happening from either of us) and storms off into the stall to unleash a waterfall of urine into the toilet. He also seemed quite ashamed sadly, which is not too strange since there are quite a bit of slick playboiis over here.

Anyway, long story short (or tl;dr like all the cool kids): overestimated how hard I had to pee in combo with social anxiety, guy comes in who has to pee hard, but can't due to social anxiety and we both stood there like retards in front of the urinals, not peeing for quite a while.