Motorcycle stowaway pee dream

Never mind, I don't even understand these dreams...so unrelatable, nonsensical and nonsequiter. I'll try, however. 

 

At some point in a dream I was having, I stowed aboard a motorcycle. There were already a couple of people riding double, triple, I don't know, but there I was hugging the seat and holding on for dear life as this team of cross-country folk were making their trek. There was a pillow, much like the one I was hugging in my sleep, in between me and the seat, making it more of a slippery, slidey affair. 

 

It got worse the faster they went, and at one point we caught some air and I was up in telephone line territory. I noticed some gloves, hanging ghost-like from the wires, the last remains of others who had similarly gotten tossed and clung to the wires, for who knows how long, before falling and leaving the gloves behind as a spooky memorial. I glued myself to the seat. I wasn't gonna get stuck in that predicament.

So, I wound back up in a rural version of a Venice beach, Spanish style neighborhood. There were apartments and courtyards and communal living areas with swimming pools, but it was all overgrown with pasture grass mixed with wildflowers and sagebrush gone to seed, and there were cows grazing in it. 

 

I remember seeing Danny, Lesa's old boyfriend, emerging naked from one apartment on the ground floor, followed by a Lenny Kravitz looking dude, also naked, whom I didn't recognize. 

 

"Fuckin' Danny," I thought, "always a step ahead of me." 

 

For some reason, his presence negated my entire cross country motorcycle excursion. I didn't see Lesa anywhere, but presumably this feeling was a remnant of my longtime jealous rivalry over her.

I was on the upstairs level and was now going to have to avoid being seen. I had to pee so I ducked into an apartment that was being renovated by the couple or group that I had stowed away with on the bike. 

 

I was aware that they would be showing up eventually, so I hurriedly found a toilet and lifted the lid. Someone had already peed on it. Great. Why was I lifting the lid, then? I'd just get blamed for the mess anyway. 

 

But before I got a chance to pee, a cow bumbled its way up the stairs like some giant, oversized dog and nosed its way into the bathroom. 

 

"Shoo! Get out you cow!" I shouted at it, frustrated at the inappropriateness of it all. That and the fact that it was interrupting my already hasty peeing. 

 

It reluctantly turned around and I slapped its butt to offer the final encouragement as it lumbered back down the stairs and into the deep forage of the courtyard grasses. 

 

"Stupid cow," I thought and finished my pee.

The couple arrived as I slid out of the apartment and back to a common area that was more of a makeshift campground. Some kind of gathering was beginning to form and I mixed in with the crowd. 

 

I remember telling one of the riders of the motorcycle, "Did I mention that I had become a Catholic priest?"  He gave me a sour look and distanced himself from me. 

 

"Well, that worked," I thought.

 

I went with the crowd toward whatever event was taking place. I had successfully stowed aboard a motorcycle, made the return voyage on foot and beat the cyclists to their own home, peeing in it and getting away with it, all before they even arrived home to catch me.

I became aware of the music that was playing in my real life sleeping situation and it called me back to reality. "Come in From the Cold," I believe it was, but since my playlist was on shuffle it changed several times before I finally awoke. 

 

Oh, and prior to me finding the apartment with the toilet, and after seeing naked Danny, I found myself on a rooftop, still needing to pee. I attempted to pee off the roof and had to stop because my stream was hitting some people in the courtyard under a small tree. One of them was Gina Doherty-Ehret, my wife's old hospice nurse and friend on Facebook. 

 

It occurred to me that I oughtn't pee on my friend, so I went in search of a more suitable arrangement, with an actual toilet. 

 

Ok, that's all I can conjure without conflating or fictionalizing it (beyond the fiction that already is the dream story).