You dream that you are a teacher. You don't notice the heaps of shit flowing out of your pants and piling behind you, because it is so automatic.
You are telling the class with an ambiguous age about science, which is ironic in a way due to the fact that science cant explain your shitting condition that you've actually grown to like.
There is a trail of poop, like a snake, showing everywhere you've walked to. It's starting to get in the way, actually. But this is a dream, so you don't really have the instinct to call a janitor over.
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