pimple

I'm in a family clinic waiting room or something along those lines. I realize I have a huge pimple on my forehead so I look for the restrooms to go and pop it. A man walks out of the restrooms and I automatically start to go in, then I stop myself, and I look at the door to see if that bathroom is for male or females. The sign is not a symbol of a male or female, it's that of a family. So I think, "Neat, restrooms for family, I can go in there too.."

As I'm walking in, a little girl is following me into the restroom when her mom grabs her and tells her to leave me alone and let me go to the restroom. The bathroom is gorgeous with a bunch of cosmetic products out for everyone to use. I look in the mirror and the pimple is kind of huge so I squeeze it and pop it. [Not gonna lie, this is about to get gross..]. A bunch of pus comes out and it doesn't stop. Every time I squeeze it, more comes out. So I wipe it and leave the restroom.

I'm now outside on the patio at a concert, still covering up my pimple that won't stop squeezing out pus, and my mom is there with me. I can see each person's faces in the audience even though they are really far from me. I recognize a couple of faces. We're waiting for the band to come out so meanwhile, everyone is swaying their bodies back and forth so that overall, it looks kind of cool. But the whole time I do this, I'm scared that the railing we're leaning on will fall over.

And then... I wake up.