I had this dream a few days ago and actually wrote down some notes about it. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t remember it at all at this point.

There was a part at dog camp. I needed a baby sitter, but the kids were being weird… first they were dogs, but then they turned into babies…

Then I was at a friend’s house, we’ll call her M. I accidentally pooped in her bed and I was very embarrassed! I wanted to clean it up and wash the sheets and go home. M had a house up here (she lives a bit south of me) and it was huge, and nice and clean. About 3000 square feet. But I was tired after an agility trial and wanted to go home.

She ended up having an emergency where she lived, and needed to go back, and was anxious about it. And I was wondering if another friend was going to go with her, but I never found out!

Okay last night I had a bathroom dream. Not sure how much detail you really want, but I’m going to describe it anyway because this is a dream diary right? LOL… so here goes.

I had two dream segments last night but now I’m only remembering the bathroom one. Well.. wait, more is coming back… I remember going to a dog trial, not sure if it was agility or obedience, but obedience comes to mind since I went to my obedience class last night. So anyway, as I write more comes back.

I remember being in a big barn and wanting to leave, but my friend who has Malinois and Shepherds, and another friend who has Vizslas, were in the stairway to get out. And my feather bed was also in the hallway. We had to move it and it was very hard to move because it was heavy. There were some straps from the ceiling and the friend with the Malinois and Shepherds cliped the feather bed onto the straps and hoisted it up. But is was precarious and was going to fall at any time.

Oh the other dream I had was I called my old friend Don and we chatted a while, and I think I went over to his house and he wasn’t very happy with his life. But he had some friends over.. and it was nice to see him again.

So back to the other dream… after I got around the feather bed I had to go do some other things so left my two friends in the stairway but they were okay with being left. I went upstairs to a little shop and was looking for something for diarrhea. I really had to go to the bathroom pretty bad, number 2. And so I bought something and ran into the bathroom. It was down a hall at the end and there were only 3 stalls in it. It was a very icky bathroom and I read or heard that the toilets kept blocking up. I had to go though so I picked the big handicapped stall and closed the door. I had not put my shoes on so I was barefoot and that was gross enough, but the floor was stained and probably had icky stuff on it.

So I started to poop and I filled the toilet up completely. Ick. More came out than I could possibly have in my body. I flushed, and, thank the gods, it all went down though slowly. Then I had to go again and I didn’t have to go too much so that was better.

Fortunately, in real life in bed, I didn’t do anything. When I was much younger if I dreamed of peeing, I would actually pee, and that was not a good thing at all!

I seem to have bathroom dreams often. I think this is the first one I have blogged about. And yes, I am embarrassed about it. But I don’t control my dreams…. errr… I don’t think so anyway.