I had another strange dream, I put all my clothes inside the toilet, after I had expelled faeces and pushed them and and flushed, because I thought the toilet was a washing machine. Then I had to tell the man in charge to dig a hole on top of the shit hole to fish my clothes. The operation was successful and I washed my clothes and let them dry in the sun. I also dreamt I was a sort of poet, who wrote in a strange way and was only reading when there were christmas decorations around.