[Kitsa]

I had two dreams, one after the other, with a very similar setting.

The first one was set in a big Victorian brick mansion where each level had been subdivided into apartments. It was five stories in all. And the deal was that the public would come in, carrying bathtub accessories (shower curtain, bathmat, etc), and go through each level to see which apartment's bathroom they wanted to rent to take a shower.

So there was this big procession up the stairs, and I was carrying a shower curtain that had rubber duckies on it and a big yellow rubber duckie bathmat (I have nothing like that in real life). I was behind two annoying bigassed women who were turning their nose up at the apartments and calling them tacky. I was rolling my eyes thinking about what sort of jacked-up Maury Show shit they must have at home.

The penthouse apartment was beautiful, if a bit ostentatious, and was owned jointly by my mom and Tyler Perry. Tyler Perry, by the way, was in drag as that Medea character. I can't remember if I rented their bathroom for my shower or not, because I tossed and turned and woke up enough to start a different dream at that point.

In the next dream, I was in an identical building, only this time it was some sort of college dorm. I was leaving college and my mission was to get all of my crap out of the dorm room and down to the front door. For a while I was busy in the room, which was decked with girly crap floor to ceiling, and I couldn't figure out which stuff was mine. I was just throwing whatever looked like mine onto the bed and bagging it up, but I was constantly worried I was going to forget something.

Then I started making trips down to the front door, carrying these gigantic bags full of junk. But the stairs were no longer the trusty, wide wooden staircases that they'd been in the first dream. Instead they were really minimalist, rickety metal and seemingly not held up by anything.

Each landing was a little bit different. One had a narrow ledge with no handrails, and it was probably a good 3 or 4 floors straight down. I was trying to carry my bag and balance (if I'd been smart in the dream, I would have thrown the bag down and concentrated on saving myself). Then on the next floor, there were a couple of narrow catwalks between the staircases. I started to step onto one and the black metal handrail clanked apart and fell off.

I have a lot of dreams about staircases being narrow or falling apart.