The weird dream of last night :0) The loo was blocked up with, quarter bag of compost, and loads of empty crisp bags, not the smaller bags, but the multi large bags. And this idiot kept flushing the loo hoping all would go away, lol :0). In the end it has to be an hand job, delving into the bottom of the loo, and loading it into a 1970s mini van. The nearest I could park to the loo was on a muddy field. End of dream.
If I can remember a dream the next morning I try to work out how its come about. So, I keep a packet of multi crisps in the car boot in case of a hunger bug when I've had a good walk about. Then the other week I bought a new loo brush. I did drive a mini van back in the 70s. There is a building site down the road ( new house's ) and they are constantly cleaning the road of mud from the lorries coming off the site. The quarter bag of compost remains a puzzle. End of. ;0)
If our brain is like a computer memory, could it be that because we can't delete old files, or place in any sort of order, that is why when we age ( like a computer ) we can't cope, and crash. A bit like dementia?