You know those dreams before you wake where you have to go to the bathroom and you are searching for the bathroom and when you find it, something is wrong- and you can't use it and you usually wake up and just get up and go to the bathroom.
I had one of these dreams but first there was a section about a guy I used to work with who was peeling dead skin off my back and maybe eating it. I thought this bizarre grooming activity was a kind of sexual advance and I actually thought maybe he could teach me to ride a motorcycle and we could be like a Tom of Finland couple so long as I was the top.
So I look for the bathroom and find it but it consists of rows of benches with holes the size of quarters. It's out in the open, like in a theatre. There is a gallery of spectators, most of whom have binoculars.
I remember being glad I didn't have to go number 2.
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