Toilet-related dreams

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Funnily enough – having just read about @xFiacre’s toilet and Elton John dream - my last dream was also bathroom-related. I was with my daughter and we had been visiting a garden centre (which may or may not exist) at a town about 10 miles away, which we had reached by bicycle. On the way home we needed a toilet stop, and the nearest place was some sort of college (in the sort of Oxford/Eton style) where there was some sort of party or ball going on, so we asked if we could come in and they let us through the big front door and into another room, like a drawing room, where a lot of people were also waiting for the toilet. But after a long wait, when the door eventually opened we passed through into a room that had no bathroom fittings either but instead was more like some sort of porcelain cave, with a sloping floor all covered in a sort of porcelain flowstone; made up of repeated patterns of shiny white pieces covering the floor and walls. We scrambled up the slope to another doorway but through this was more of the same, until eventually we found our way out into a garden and across that was a cocktail bar. The bar was very busy and brightly decorated. I thought that we might find a toilet there, so we went over and walked around the curved bar and then found ourselves in a posh restaurant. Some of the boys from the college were dining there, some alone and attended by liveried waiters; some with companions who were presumably family but who were all women and all dressed flamboyantly in red and with matching, bouffant hair sprayed with streaks in either silver or gold. We threaded our way between the tables, still hoping to find the facilities, but in the end we came to a back door and on passing through, found ourselves in the centre of Chester! At that point I woke up and went to the bathroom – which was just as usual. All rights reserved. © Text and image copyright Fleur 2019.