R2D2 and the subsiding urinal shed

This morning.

As seems to be the case in some of my dreams, I experience the character(s) varying between first-person (being the character) and third-person, watching objectively.

A small boy maybe about 6 or 7 goes into the family urinal - a large barn-like structure with a sunken rectangular pit, the full width of the building, at one end. As the boy wees into the pit he/I idly runs his/my fingers over the old and rusted, but still sturdy, decorative iron railings that line the dusty windows. As one hand idly holds onto a part of railing the boy / I ponder how useful they would be if the ground suddenly subsided. And then it does. Starting from the urinal pit the ground flexes and sinks, and the boy, because of the one hand idly holding on, manages to grab on and climb along the ironwork back to the exit.

he floor returns to normal and some time later he returns with his dad, who was angry (this part is hard to recall exactly) with the flooding (?) and the boy's preposterous story. However he humours the boy and sprays some water from the garden hose into the urinal pit. The same flexing and subsidence occurs, then abates, and the dad is incredulous - but more importantly, in the context of the dream and my POV of being the boy, the seemingly ridiculous story is vindicated.

However when the boy and dad come to leave the barn/urinal, the door is strangely locked. The boy pulls from his pocket a battered old (original 1970s edition) R2D2 action figure and places it on the floor. He whispers to it encouragingly, turns the head a bit to cause a sound ( the original R2D2 figure crudely attempted to mimic the bleeps of the movie robot with some clinking bit of metal that twanged when you turned the head) and it fires a bolt of electricity at the door lock, which crackles, short circuits (even though it is a simple wooden barn door) and releases. The dad, seemingly used to electric-bolt-firing action figures, nods approvingly and rushes off to tell his wife about the subsiding floor.

However, the evil that lives in the urinal shed was annoyed at it's defeat. Suddnely another old star wars action figure (Amanaman, I think), perhaps possessed by the evil or simply a manifestation of it, swoops out of the sky, grabs up the R2D2 and takes it aloft trying to kill it. The boy screams at his dad for help but he is too far to hear, and busy telling his wife of the amazing subsiding floor. The dream ends tragically with the boy screaming tearfully 'somebody help me..' at the top of his lungs as his R2D2 figure is being dismembered...


I can trace the urinal aspect of this dream is a testament to waking up at 5am needing the loo, but being too lazy to get out of bed and falling asleep again.


I can also trace the way the evil action figure was attacking the R2D2 figure to seeing a couple of pigeons briefly sparring mid-air two days ago. But as for the rest...