This morning I half-woke, needing to go to the bathroom badly. I’m not especially good at mornings, and always hate getting up out of a nice warm bed to hit the loo. After several minutes deliberation and increasingly urgent persuasion from my bladder, I eventually managed to lever myself upright and stumble blearily to the restroom to do my business. I came back to lie back down — only to wake up, still in bed, and still needing to go to the bathroom. Argh!

That was the most prosaic, and yet the most frustrating, dream I think I’ve ever had.