The Dream

The bathroom isn’t mine.
“In a sec,” I sound.

The toilet—blocked.
The sink—blocked.
Paper, everywhere—
a sodden mess.

My rectum,
prolapsed.
Around me,
filthy.

I dig in.

Deep into the bowl,
I pull out the mess
and drop it
into
the bin.

The Meaning

Before I can even start dealing with my own internal exposures, I have to unblock the system with the mess everyone else has left behind.
I don’t know who the mess belongs to.
Yet it’s mine to deal with.

Because if I don’t, nothing else can flow.

This is an emotional and somatic backlog.

What Lingers…

What if healing starts with clearing what was never owned but still clogs the system?

What if the flow doesn’t return until the filth is faced?

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Marginalia

In waking life, I was waiting for test results, which would later confirm a prolapse of my small intestine.

At the same time, I’d just uploaded my natal chart to AI out of curiosity, while researching ancestry inspired by Cleopatra | Dream of the Name Unspoken and The House That Contains Everything.

Compelled to write everything down, I wondered if my chart might explain these side quests—pulling me from my herbal medicine studies.

What I discovered initiated this dream and led me to write the story What My Natal Chart—and AI—Taught Me About Ancestral Healing.