Sleeping too much, too long, too late. Dream this AM included a rare appearance of Aunt Sherry, my mother’s sister who I used to contact once in a while. I don’t know if she’s around anymore… oh wow, I typed those words and did a search on things, and not only does she seem to still be around but she has moved to Lynn Haven, Florida. That’s a little wild that she would relocate at such an advanced age. She would have done this in the last 7 or 8 years. She’s 81 now. I wonder what inspired the move…

Today’s dream was complicated, as my dreams tend to be, most of them including sprawling architectural compounds merging commercial and residential space, as well as indoor and outdoor. I could be in an air-conditioned cocktail lounge then get up and walk into a tropically climated open football field with enclosed bedrooms as far as you could see.

I think it started at a bathroom. For some reason everyone in the house had to use the same bathroom, which meant you might have to take a dump while someone was showering. I approached the bathroom as someone was exiting, that person making humorous comments to the person taking a shower, something like “Thanks for not watching me pee!” I entered the bathroom and said “I’m here to pee, don’t watch.” The person in the shower was Sherry, and she made droll comments to the effect that she had no desire to watch me pee. I noticed there was a shit stain on the toilet seat. In past dreams, and even in reality, I have had occasion to piss away the shit stains of people I know, and people I do not know. I don’t think I did that this time, leaving the chore to whoever next needed to sit in this very busy shared shitter. There were a lot of people in the house but the sharing of this single toilet was, if begrudgingly, a way of bonding.

Funny thing is that as I attempted to recall this dream after waking up I made a cup of coffee and uncharacteristically spilled some of that coffee onto the toilet seat in the bathroom. That coffee stain was on the exact same spot as the shit stain in the dream, and in the groggy waking-up state it looked to me like, well, a shit stain.

I could spend the time typing all this out but why not listen instead to my wake-up voice delivering this sizzlingly incoherent narrative: