Toilet, tongue and tail

I’ve been called in by a job agency to go work for one day. The job is at the place I used to work a couple of years ago – at a warehouse.

As I arrive there, I start by taking off all my clothes except my underwear. I immediately start looking for a place to sleep, and also a toilet. I find both by the wardrobes. I lay down on some stairs to rest, even though I’m supposed to work. However, I know the routines here so well that I can safely go to sleep knowing that no-one will notice.

So I actually go to sleep in my dream. It doesn’t last too long though, because it’s uncomfortable and I need to pee. After a while, I wake up from the sleep in my sleep, and walk over to the toilet, where the lights have now gone out. I start searching for the switch. I find it located far up on a wall in a tiny, narrow room inside the room, almost like a closet. When I turn the lights on it’s red and dimmed. The room has become more confusing now than when the lights were off, and I find myself a little lost. I spend some time just walking between shelf-like walls, through some walkways, and eventually end up finding a toilet again – it’s a different one this time.

I’m about to start pissing when I hear a loud cracking sound ouside the door. A woman yells and a dog barks. I hurry over and unlock the door. A woman is standing there, she’s some kind of security guard, and her outfit is unbelievable; like a crossover between the ‘Baywatch’ bikinis and some kind of bike patrol uniform. Her dog is one of those that more resembles a rat than a dog; a tiny, white, yapping critter. It stops barking when the woman says to me: «Oh, it’s you!».

The woman seats herself next to the dog. She sighs, and says: «Oh no, he got so angry, look what he did!». She pries open the dog’s mouth to show me. The dog has chewed it’s tongue right off. The thing lies in it’s mouth, and it has a sickening grey-white color. I pat the dog on it’s head in an uncommitted fashion, and it tries to bite me but it can’t because of it’s disjointed tongue. The woman gets up, leads the dog away by it’s leash, and to my complete and utter surprise the dog just loses it’s tail right on the floor – just drops it off like something that wasn’t a part of it’s body. I wake up.