Dreams:

I was at some kind of political event and one of my friends was being attacked by a cop. Another friend took a big heavy candelabra and used it to smash the cop car's front windshield, and then ran off, which distracted the cops from the guy they had been attacking. I was like "we need to get out of here before they come back" and led the remaining friend over to where the cars were parked. First I considered driving a way in a syrup bottle, but it didn't actually have any passenger seats, because it was just for holding syrup. Eventually I decided that my car would be suitable enough. I wanted something that was less see-through so they'd be less likely to see us as we were driving away from the area.

Simon had come back from some 6-day seminar and was telling me about it. He had learned all about curling technique, he told me. "Curling, like the arm exercise?" I asked. That couldn't be it; how could you have a 6-day seminar just about that. "Yes", said Simon.

Someone came out of the bathroom and complained that the last person to use it had left a mess in the toilet, or something. I didn't catch exactly what they said but that was my impression, and I wondered if I had failed to flush. So then the next time I used the toilet I made sure to not just flush but clean it real good, which included wiping all the poop off the seat, because apparently I had had explosive diarrhaa.