I had another rugby-related dream but don't remember the details, just wanted to note that my last post in this thread wasn't unusual; somehow rugby football comes up in my dreams a lot, and more than American football, even though it's been decades since I played rugby and have been coaching American football since 2007. My dream life tends to lag behind waking life by years, sometimes a decade or more.
Later I had basketball in a dream, whose details I also don't remember, but noted because it'd been a long time since basketball had come up in a dream of mine.
Last night I dreamed I went down some stairs into a basement; the bottom few steps were high and made of stone, so it took some care to reach the bottom. There was a man there doing I don't know what, impressed me as a mad scientist but nothing interesting ensued.
Then I dreamed my family was rich. My father was in some business I found out later, but have forgotten. My sister had just bathed my little niece in a bathtub that was big and fancy, like a small pool, but of a dumb design. The bottom of this large rectangular structure was rippled, forming 2 ridges across it, and some water was trapped in it beyond the last ripple on the left with no apparent way to drain. At the bottom of it were some beige grains of some apparent undissolved bath salts. To the left was an elevated apparent sink full of water parallel to the entire left edge of the structure. The whole setup looked filthy. Keep in mind that I have an enlarged prostate gland and that scenes of bad plumbing have become a frequent feature of my dreams just before I have to get up to use the bathroom.
Getting back to sleep, the next thing I dreamed was possibly the strangest example of tricky travel yet in my dreams. I was on an airliner whose seating all faced the left side of the plane. To the left of me was a very fat lady who had another companion to her left, and when the fat lady turned to smooch with him her butt practically forced me out of my seat and partly into that of the person to my right, a crazy-looking lady who'd apparently scored a double- or triple-width seat even though she didn't need it. The aisle was directly in front of us, there were no seats behind us, and across the aisle were several rows of seats, though not all of them extended the length of the interior. Beyond the seats was the movie screen, and we were watching. It was a movie having to do with an airliner crash; I remembered dreaming that I thought that a very ballsy feature to put on as an in-flight movie, and I was impressed. However, it became clear that it was not just a movie but part of multi-media entertainment, as several people in the second and third rows beyond us stood up, turned around, and began to sing a number which I also don't remember but was integrated into the show. I remember being even more impressed. But then the crazy-looking lady reached around me and from my left pants pocket stole the checkbook that I use like a wallet. I yelled that she'd stolen it, and she ran to our right down the aisle toward the front of the airplane, where I caught up with her in a crew bay. She yelled for people to help her steal my checkbook, but they didn't and I took it back and said, "You expected the people on this flight to help you steal my property?" I woke up before I got her answer.
