This one occurred a while ago but I've been a little lax in updating my entries, so my apologies to the three or so people who read my site.
So anyway, I had this dream where I was staying with someone - not sure who it was - some family where there was at least a dad (I think he looked like Brian Doyle Murray) and a basement. I asked for a toilet facility to be set up in the basement so I'd have somewhere to pee. Well, the guy set up a duffel bag filled with towels and old rags for me to pee in. So I used it but all the pee started leaking out and running across the cement floor. And I was the one who felt guilty for making a mess. Dr, Freud, are you in the house?