Tonight I was gay. With spud from trainspotting. I broke it off though, cos I still fancied women, and I didn’t really fancy spud. He didn’t shit the bed in my dream though.
Later I was accused of pedophilia. Can’t remember who with, or why, but it was quite disterbing, as I couldn’t remember if I had done it or not (in the dream). (NB I have never in real life).
All through this, there was some sort of work curry outing going on in a building that looked scarily like Scarface’s house – the one with the big sweeping staircases.