Dreaming

I am in a garden that I recognise as being Belinda’s. While it is her garden, it is mine in some way, too. The grass is long. I enter from the back of the garden; I want to get to the front, nearer the house. I have bare feet, and as I put my foot down, I notice very runny faeces in the grass. I don’t want to tread on it, but I’m not sure I can avoid it because of the length of the grass. 

I am in the garden again, and some of the grass has been cut, but where the faeces are, it is still long in places, and I’m still worried I’ll get it on my feet.