It was the second time this happened, this recurring dream. I'm at my house in Rwanda, getting ready in the morning as if I'm truly awake. I step outside (remember that my 'bathroom' is outside) to get ready for work, and lo and behold, I find a door that didn't exist before. Inside is a full bathroom with excellent water pressure, hot water in abundance, all sparkling white tile. And I think aloud - why haven't I been using this all along. Then an answer comes to me - I didn't want to get it dirty because I didn't want to clean it. Right now it's literally sparkling, like walking into my mother's bathroom. Another perk is that I'm living with my sister, just like before I left home. I get to share the great news with someone. Come check out the bathroom! We're so excited we splash the water around fully clothed as if we're kids playing in a sprinkler.
I wonder how my dreams will change when I come home. I'll probably still be dreaming of clean bathrooms in the midst of my sloppiness. Maybe of vacations and winning the lottery.
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