Last night, I dreamt that I was at a small restaurant that looked like a cottage. The waiter was the snooty maître d from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, ("Yes, call police.") and wouldn't let me use his bathroom.
So I went outside and peed in his mailbox.
Then I went back inside and laughed at him because I peed in his mailbox.
I went outside, where the mailbox was lying on the ground. I peed all over it.
I went back inside and laughed at him again.
Then I went back outside. There was a hole in the ground where the mailbox post had been, and I peed in that.
Then I woke up.