I Dream Of…Periods? A Story For Women By B.W. Ginsburg

As every woman knows, one of the worst experiences is finding herself entering into that ‘time of the month’ without the necessary supplies – especially if she’s wearing white shorts. I think that being part of the female sex makes us vulnerable to dreaming about these types of situations.

Slipping into a deep sleep last night, I began dreaming. I found myself on the streets surrounding my old college campus, scrambling to find a sanitary napkin – or as some of my female friends may refer to them as – a pad. As I embarrassingly asked just about any woman I could find for the item, I was continuously shot down. Finally, a girl with blonde hair in a ponytail offered me one. I thanked her and ran inside one of the college buildings to find a bathroom.

As in many of my previous dreams, there seemed to be a shortage of women’s bathrooms except for some new fangled version where women used the bathroom by swimming in some kind of tub – toilet combination. Even my dreaming self always found the idea disgusting!

There was some hope to still be had though – well, sort of. I finally found a bathroom that was unisex. Being desperate, I walked in. I hated the fact that there were men somewhere where I’d be taking care of personal business, but like I said, I was desperate. Apparently, my dream self is slightly braver than I am in some areas.
I finally picked a stall and started getting undressed, when two guys tried looking in. They were all excited and going on and on, so for obvious privacy reasons, I was forced to leave.

I eventually found someone who knew where there was a private place to change. By now, I needed to clean up a bit and reload on necessities. Somewhere along the line in the dream, I discovered that the napkin I was given was dirty and I must have gotten another one somehow and put it on (I know this is a hole in my story, but like I said, I was dreaming. We all know dreams don’t always make sense!).

Luckily the kind woman had some sanitary napkins and gave me some. She let me know that the bathroom she was familiar with was tons of floors up and we’d need to take the elevator. Also, she said that no one else but employees of the college were supposed to use it. Therefore, she’d have to sneak me in. Also, there was a camera that the manager – a male manager – looked at (again, I know this part doesn’t make sense. It’s a private bathroom, so wouldn’t letting the manager see me use the bathroom be a bad idea anyway?). However, the woman stated that the manager didn’t share the tapes with anyone. As you can imagine, this whole idea wasn’t working for me. I told the girl that no one was going to spy on me in the bathroom.

I’m not sure how, but we came up with a way for me not to end up on camera. Now the problem seemed to be – sorry to be disgusting, ladies – that I needed more sanitary napkins. For some gross reason, I was asking the nice lady with help piling napkin over napkin in the bathroom. Let’s just say that it proved to be a very, very messy process. Apparently my flow was extremely heavy.

Then I woke up – and that, ladies, was my dream. PERIOD!

© B.W. Ginsburg

*For all you women out there who dream about your period during that time of the month, or close to it, you’re perfectly normal! Trust me, I’ve been there! I just wanted to share this dream with all of you because I felt that, as women, we all go through these types of things. Also, I thought it was pretty amazing that I remembered my dream so well!