I dreamt I was in Washington, DC. I think I was visiting Carmel; but regardless of my own activities, that is where she was practicing law. I went to her website, and was disappointed. there was so much there, arguing. with what? it finally occurred to me that every interest posted on all teh pages, she felt compelled to argue the merits of her interests. perhaps she needed to take a break.

I went to the Mall and was viewing this strange art. I think it was supposed to be a prickly cactus. but it was sized and shaped like the lid to a commode. it was on a stand about waist high, surrounded by white marble. as I watched either Haydn or Moussourgsky was playing in the background, and it slowly rotated. it got to about a 45-degree angle to my perspective and the cactus split down the middle. the thin middle, so it looked like two commode-lid-shaped petals.

I woke up reminded of a Mad Magazine cartoon I saw as a child, titled "the Marquis de Sade's commode," which showed a toiled seat covered with big tacks.