First, I am walking in a very bad neighborhood, with all sorts of graffiti, then I'm in a tall hotel. There's some kind of argument, (or maybe heated discussion), then I have to go to the toilet. I'm on the toilet, doing my thing, when I come to my own conclusion in the argument. "In the end, it's the insurance companies who will rule the world."

As I finish the last poop, part of the building falls. The bathroom is now on its side. I'm still okay. But then this falling starts a domino effect. Eventually the whole building falls. I start trying to work my way outside. I hear voices, others are doing this. So I climb up, floor layer through floor layer. Eventually I can see daylight. I have only a tiny bit more climbing. I throw my purple clad pillow over the sharp edges, hoist myself up and over, and see the ground below. I have only one leap left, and I will be on the ground. It is a verdant jungle, full of life and fresh air.

I woke, needing to poop, of course...

What does it mean? The fall of our current civilization? When I told Julia the dream, she pointed out that I might have heard an argument in my sleep. We do have loud and occasionally argumentive neighbors. The green jungle is a good sign, though.