In my house at night. I enter the bathroom and notice that the shower curtains are disarrayed. With a sense of dread I pull them back and see an Indian man hanging from a noose above the bathtub. His skin is sallow and he is thin, almost emaciated, but his face is peaceful. He has dark hair and a small moustache. I recoil in shock, and stagger backwards. Then I see that there is a small Indian boy behind him, that in fact the boy is hoisting the man by the noose, holding him up in the air. His face is gleaming and cheerful. The man opens his eyes and explains to me that everything is ok, that this is surprizingly stimulating and makes him feel more at peace. The small boy is, in fact, his son helping him out. There is an erotic aura about the scene, and in the dream I think about people who get off on being asphyxiated.
Then I realise that there is another bathtub on the other side of the bathroom, also with shower curtains. They open and my own father emerges from the tub, uncharacteristically happy. He hasn't seen what's going on in the other tub. "Did I miss anything," he asks.
I stumble out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom where I get back in bed with Sandy. I wake up confused and in distress, get out of bed and go to the bathroom. No one there but me.
Where did THAT come from?
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