A breif glimpse into my scrambled unconcious...

I love telling people about my dreams, only because it guarentees a reaction-be that of hysterics, further interest, or fear and concern for my mental health.
Last nights was a cracker. I had a dream that where somehow my uni house from third year had been airlifted to japan with the decor of my curent apartement. My old housemates and I were doing what we always did at uni- bicker, form alliances and play drinking games. I specifically remember feeling really drunk in my dream and wanting to get more sober. So I went outside for some fresh air. Then I noticed where out outside washing machine used to be there was some very clean and fancy public toilets. So I went inside, grabbed a cubical and decided to take a little nap. (who knew sleeping could be done within a dream eh?) When I woke up I went back into the house and got a load of abuse from my freinds that I had been hammered and made a fool of myself at someones elses party. This someone else transpired to be my best freind from Nursery who I havent seen in about 19 years. When I protested that I'd slept in the toilet they produced video evidence. In the video I was sitting on someones shoulder (!) giving everyone at the party character assasinations. And somehow my parents were there, dissaproving.
Merriment, sleeping in toilets, guilt and shame, its all in a nights sleep.