I had a nightmare last night--the first one in quite some time.

My bedroom is the mother-in-law room attached to my garage. The room is large, but has what amounts to a closet with a commode in it. Last night, I dreamed that I was in bed, the door to the water closet (you Brits will get that) was open and the toilet came to life and started leaking like crazy.

I demanded to know why it was leaking so much and demanded that it stop. It laughed at me. I got out of bed, still telling it to stop. It asked me what I was going to do to make it stop. I said, "I'll get a repairman over here! He'll stop you!" Then, to really make the thing scared, I said, "No, wait! I'LL CALL THE REPAIRMAN AND HAVE YOU TAKEN OUT AND GET A NEW COMMODE!"

I don't know if it stopped leaking because I woke up just then. I turned on the light, and the commode was quietly setting in the closet.

Nightmare.