When I came up to bed last night I found a small interloper in my bed- the two year old had infiltrated my side of the bed and was sound asleep. Rather than attempt to shift him back to his room and bed, I took the cowards way out and decanted myself and my stuff to his room for a night of peace and quiet. Perhaps this lead to the rather strange dream I had about going to the toilet.
I was staying in some big shiny complex with a mixture of people of all ages but I needed to go for a poo and was too far from the room we were staying in to make it back. I tried the first set of communal toilets but they were messy and full of people but I spotted a door at the back which I went through to find a spotless toilet in a big airy white room. Just as I settled down and let go, I noticed to my horror that one window was entirely glass and there was a continual stream of people heading passed the toilet. It didn’t seem like they could see me but I was terrified about wiping my bottom, which was beginning to itch, in case I was seen.
That’s a completely crap dream on so many levels. Yes, I am a creature of habit and like to use familiar toilets, and no I didn’t wake up having shat myself. I have no idea at all what may have triggered this. I’ve wiped the kids backsides a lot this past weekend and I suppose it may have been my subconscious displaying a degree of jealousy at the huge logs they seem capable of producing against the horrific slop that oozes out of my backside. Who knows? Either way it was a troubling and disturbing dream that left me feeling out of sorts when I woke up.