I was appointed a defense attorney (me? a defense attorney??) to a young gay man who has been somehow unjustly convicted of something and it had something to do with him being gay. I assured him that we will win, that those homophobic sons of bitches will remember this case as the one where they get their faces rubbed in shit (I was pleasantly pissed in the dream, and so of course lots of expletives), and then I needed to go pee (of course), and when I left for a long time I couldn't find a place where to pee, and then I did, some house with some women, and there for some reason I got naked and decided to take a nap (???) and then woke up and remembered that I had to be in court! So I quickly ran out of the house and back to the court, only to realize that I was naked! Now, of course I couldn't show up there naked, so I ran back and was looking for my clothes, then I ran back and realized I forgot my bag! So I went back to get my bag.

By the time I made it to the court, it was adjourned. There were cleaners vacuuming carpets. And they were looking sadly at me. Like I missed something important. Then I decided to check my messages, and there were texts and calls from the judge and the jury, and I didn't even look at them because, obviously, I was scared. But I felt the worst for my client. What happened to him? Why did I need to go pee???

And that, as you can imagine, was the moment I woke up. The bladder has decided it can't distend anymore. I don't remember the simple need to pee to EVER result in such an elaborate dream. It's like a whole movie played out in my head. I also dimly recall I had to take care of a baby in the middle of it all and somehow didn't, and other things. Like always in dreams, there are elements that make sense while you dream them, but then when you wake up, they make no sense at all.

One thing I know for sure—it's high time I get back to writing (Monday!). When my brain starts giving me stories like this, there is danger of getting distracted and getting involved in a new story (because most of my stories come to me from dreams...or nightmares.)