I turn into such a drama queen in my dreams. I commonly wake up with tears welled up in my eyes from the stressful nighttime encounters and the unpredictable and incomprehensible behavior of my cerebrally rendered friends. My most recent late night drama was spawned by a bit of real-life research into travel accommodations for an upcoming trip I am taking to Europe. Nothing too stressful about that, however my sleeping mind wanted to throw a little action into the mix, so it, she, my sleeping mind that is, created situtations that made for a very difficult journey through unfamiliar territory and public transportation. I am not going to relate these encounters in full, for most of it is just dream filler, garbage anyways, but I will point out a couple of interesting events that likely led to my heartache.
—Party in the hotel room, all my closest friends were there, and my bladder was so full it was ready to spill over onto the rugs. My adventure began.
—There really were no available bathrooms, of course. What fun would it be if there were any convenient toilets? None. I tried the lobby, which really resembled more of an old folks home/mental institution were everyone co-habitates in the TV room and says absolutely nothing to each other. People wearing very blue outfits, by blue I mean a hazy, greyish blue. The toilet was situated right in the middle of the room, inbetween two magenta colored couches, covered in quiet, grimy people. It was enclosed by a semi-shower curtain, stained linen drape-esque shroud, one that I was so afraid to touch for fear of it sticking to my skin. As I stepped in it seemed the people suddenly moved in closer, as if I was going to be the next show on the tele, perhaps I would give them the entertainment they so desired in order for their little mushy brains to generate a little activity, maybe put a smile on their faces. However, I would not dare give them the pleasure for the entire thing was far too uncomfortable for me to handle, so I quickly left this horrid room and continued my search.
—Rather than simply looking for a bathroom to rid my body of it swish-swashing liquid, to make things more complicated and edgy, a countdown began for my departure back home. There was a bus waiting outside and if I didn't get on this bus, I would forever have to reside in this hotel/institution.
—Next stop, women's restroom in the basement. Now this place was incredibly dirty, not just the restroom, but really the whole building. It was dark and covered in a thick layer of dust and mold. The shower curtain/linen drape theme persisted throughout and everything seemed to be hidden behind these sheer materials. I stepped into what looked more like a janitors closet, to find a very mean looking couple standing in front of the mirror, pissing on it. I asked the man if he could please leave the bathroom and I wish I could remember what his response was, but all I can remember was his dirty, red leather Beat It jacket and his mangled, rotten teeth.
—The remaining moments of my dream were very fast paced and this is when everything starts to blur quite a bit. As you can see, my dreams are quite vivid and I am able to retain most of the detail of the environments, but somewhere along the line I get confused and my brain overloads. I did try another bathroom, but this time I stood in a large shell-shaped, white porcelain sink. A woman approached me and said, "You know honey, I just filled that sink with bleach and Ajax." I jumped out, extremely agitated, looking at my socked feet, now covered in a white slime. I know I said something rude to her, however I don't remember. I ran out and from this point I don't know whether or not I actually got to release my bladder. I do remember laying on the ground in a fetal position, I was wearin a black tank top and stone-washed jeans, the ultimate white trash outfit. I layed outside next to a picnic table where all of my closest friends were perched. I yelled and cried and complained to them about my horrifying ordeal, but no one seemed to notice, nor care for my pain. Eventually I said my good-byes and boarded the home-bound bus, relunctantly.

Thankfully, I woke up in a very dry and comfortable bed, with absolutely no need to take a piss. Though I could feel the left-over tension, as if the adventure were in my recent past and my feelings were freshly injured. This lasted only a short while, maybe 2 minutes, and after a good sit-down with my trusty keyboard I have only a recollection of the imagery and I am ready for a stiff cup of coffee.

Oh, and this is one of the scariest things I have ever seen.