The Dream

The other night I was having this really intense, interesting dream where I was searching for something. I mostly remember looking across a field of broken, glittery piles of pieces. Sort of like when the seashells all collect in places at the beach but it was small, broken bits of different colorful items. I felt confused about what I was looking for and hopeless about finding it in that field of stuff, but I kept using my foot and sometimes my hands to brush the top layer away, hoping I'd find whatever it was. I knew it seemed unlikely that I'd find anything in such a random way but I knew it was important that I look.

Then I noticed a flash of green and something pink and I bent down and found a green glass police badge and was reaching for the pink thing when I started to hear a sound over and over again. At first I was excited about the stuff I found, sure that the green glass police badge was a part of whatever I needed but it was hard to ignore the noise I kept hearing. It was like a periodic humming or something, a MMMM MMMM MMMMM MMMMM MMMMM MMMMM. Was it words? I remember thinking that I should keep studying what I had found and that I shouldn't try to listen to the noises or I'd forget what I was doing.

MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. MUMUM. I slowly started realizing what I was hearing.

WILL YOU WIPE MY BUTT?

And that was the end of the dream. I was done searching for treasure and solving mysteries and back to wiping butts.