I started getting a fever last night. I went to bed early. Slept hard. I woke up once, pretty delirious. My skin hurt and I was sweaty. I remember dreaming that I was in Target and I thought I was having diarrhea cramps. I went to the bathroom and picked the handicap stall for maximum leg room. I remember I had my pants around my ankles and I saw a female Target employee come up to my stall and open the door. I hid my dick out of modesty. She told me that she noticed in the store that I looked like shit. Target had a strict policy that no customer should be uncomfortable and she felt really badly for me. I tried to thank her for her concern and I remember asking her nicely if she could maybe, if she wouldn’t mind, leave, so I could let my asshole explode. She continued to let me know that as a sick customer I was eligible for an $80 Target gift card and a few other key price breaks on select items. And on the dream went.
It occurred to me later that I was maybe lucky she kept stalling me in the stall, because if my dream would have continued as planned I may have accidentally shit the bed.
It was a weird dream. Like I would EVER take a dump in a store.
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