Climbin, Pooin', Really gotta pee
At the top of the hill is a trap door that I climb through to pop up through the floor of a house. I hear people coming and I don't want them to see me, maybe because I just peed on somebody's stuff. I climb quickly into the house, and there are the girls whose voices I heared. I guess I'm sharing the house with them. They tell me I could've used the front door. It's a canned laugh sitcom moment. I watch too much tv.
I go to the bathroom (tea before bed) and there's now lots of women all in line to use the bathrooms in the big room full of bathroom stalls. I notice most of the woman seem disturbed. They're hallucinating, asking me if the toilet is a toilet, if there's frogs in the toilet. When I finally use the bathroom myself the stall door won't latch and people keep trying to open it. The door hits my back and makes it hard to aim well.
I wake up from this dream and go straight to the bathroom, my bladder about to burst.