I dream in all colours and go to a lot of places and see people I haven't seen for years mostly because they're dead.
Some dreams are just jumbles but at other times I really feel that I've been somewhere which according to the New Agers means that I've been astral travelling.
So I'm not quite sure what to make of last night's dream.
A nice sunny day, a backyard barbecue and lot's of people, can't say friends because I didn't recognize anyone.
The trouble started when I discovered the S-bend of the toilet had been stolen as in removed, taken away, hidden and I'm standing in a foot of water beside a lonely throne.
The women of the group immediately blamed the men.
I'll go along with that as it's the kind of stupid thing men would do just to show they can go behind the nearest lemon tree.
The party degenerated into a women's talkfest of all the stupid things men do and don't do with regard to toilets. The seat left up was mild compared to some other stupid things.
I woke up before the actual 'picking up the porcelain and throw it' part of the party started and it was definitely heading in that direction.
I know my life is a bit crap at the moment but I don't expect it to impact on my dream life which I like to be run more along the lines of Daniel Craig bringing me a Pina Colada and letting me drink it out of his navel.
Tonight I think I'll go for the astral travel to one of those resorts with a booze bar in the middle of a shaded swimming pool.