My Former Classmate WG Working As A Janitor

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All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day at maybe a college or a school that was very similar to the C Elementary School in the city of D.

There was a main covered sidewalk with some buildings to the left of it, and some sidewalks to the right of it with some small indoor / outdoor bathrooms at the start of some of those sidewalks.

I am not sure if I needed to use the bathroom or not, I just remember going inside one of the small indoor / outdoor bathrooms which were like tiny shacks that were partly open (no door) so you only had a bit of privacy, and at some point I started taking a bath or a shower.

After I finished my bath or shower people (probably college students) started to show up as I was naked and drying off with a towel, and so I tried to hurry up and dry off and get dressed.

There was no door so I had to try to hide in the corners to avoid being seen, I had to switch sides depending on which direction the people were walking from, but eventually I dried off and I got dressed.

As I was leaving the bathroom I walked on a sidewalk, and I saw my former male classmate WG cleaning up along a sidewalk near where I was and he was working here as a janitor.

I stopped to greet my former classmate WG and we started talking, either someone handed him a note or he found a note, and the note was from his wife who also worked here.

The note was probably a reminder to my former classmate WG about something, and maybe he left to go do that and / or to meet up with his wife but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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