There was a locker room full of individual toilet stalls, some of them complete with stereos and showers.  When I was done using one of the stalls I discovered that the toilet paper that I had used was being inspected for cleanliness.  The person inspecting was an executive at my company.  Assisting him with the inspections, including giving information of what to expect when the toilet paper is not clean was one of House’s employees, the older man who used to be a plastic surgeon.  Once I thought I was done, I was told to go back and try again.  I needed to grab another CD to listen to, since the one I was listening to was taken by someone else when I thought I was done.  The CD collection to choose from was my collection that I had collected and was stolen from me when I was in the Marine Corps, except every CD slot had two cases for each CD, one which was open, the other still new in the wrapper.

I’m not sure what caused this dream, but it might have been the way the Browns played football yesterday.  They played like shit and couldn’t wipe effectively either.