Dream 68: Peeing in Public
I was playing tennis at some courts I've played at before in dreamworld (they are not ones I know in the real world). I'd been playing for a while when they asked me to stand in on a match with a visiting team. I really needed a pee but the amenities were miles away and there wasn't much time. There was a sandy bank nearby and I popped down about halfway and squatted. This was quite a standard thing to do as far as I remembered, and I just thought my pee would be absorbed into the sand.
I was squatting and started to pee, but it went on and on and on, in torrents. Soon there was a channel carved into the sandy bank and my pee was flowing freely and fast down the slope. It reached the bottom and formed a little ravine then ran off to the left and across a footpath where people were walking. And still I was peeing. It was gushing out and now the opposing team were arriving and coming in up towards the sandy bank. People were looking at me. The people on the path looked up to see where the flow was coming from, but I couldn't stop. Eventually the flow eased and one of our team came over and said kindly, 'Um the toilets are just up there.' I'd got the courts mixed up! There were some courts where the toilets were miles away but at these ones they were just on the other side of the fencing. Well I felt very embarrassed!

Dream 67: Billy and I
Many apologies to the two or three people who read this blog! But I've been busy and ill and my dreams have been flitting off into the ether and leaving no footprint (carbon or otherwise). Hopefully things will settle down and I'll be able to recall my dream world again soon. In the meantime here's a little bit from last night.
I was at a Billy Connolly gig. I was sitting off to the right in quite a small venue. I was slumped on a chair with my duvet covering me (the cover was the same as in real life). Billy was doing his thing and walking around quite a lot. I knew he would pick on me and I was bracing myself. He did come over and had a chuckle and said 'What's wrong with you?' I told him I was cold and he laughed a bit but did not pick on me and was nice about it.
Later I was in a bar/social club made completely from timber. We were playing a game with a hockey ball and little round disks which you held in your hand (similar to the game on a table where you shunt a disk back and forth and try and score a goal - don't know what it's called). It was a complicated game but no one was playing consistently or enthusiastically. The ball would be shot back and forth and then we'd stop. Someone would retrieve it and then a few more shots before we stopped again. Billy came in just as I had to retrieve the ball from under a platform behind a partition wall. It was as if it were under some one's bed but also like under a house and there was all sorts of debris and dust.
Billy was hanging around chatting, I didn't want to impose as if I knew him, but he included me in the conversation and we started chatting as if we were friends. Then I jumped up and showed him my tattoo - the gecko/lizard and then the foot prints. I said I thought he might be interested as he's been getting more and more tattoos himself. We compared feet, he had garlands of flowers on his. Then I showed him our wedding rings and explained that P had enough trouble having that done and he didn't want any more. I had another three tattoos but I thought that was enough now. It felt easy and comfortable as if we'd been friends for a long time.