non-lucid

I went into a public bathroom in an unknown location. (I may have been at Long Shots, the local pool hall I go to, not sure.) I entered the men's bathroom, because I identify as, and appear to be a male. I was surprised to discover that the restroom was passably clean. It was also not the same bathroom I had been apparently used to- it had possibly been remodeled. The stalls were a gunmetal gray.
I walked into one of the middle stalls, undid my fly and sat down on the toilet to take care of my business. A couple minutes later I suppose, somebody enters the stall to my right. I look down to see a pair of black, gray, and yellow Adidas running shoes, all ragged and worn. I get all excited, because I know who that is. That's my best friend Robert. He must have realized that he was next to me as well, for when I threw a wad of toilet paper into his stall from underneath, I promptly received one in return. I duck my head under the partition between us, and am amused to find him doing the same, both of us leaning off the toilet to talk to each other."Eww, it's that guy," I say, grinning at him with one hand shielding my junk from his view, just in case he was trying to get a peek- yet, I was looking for his. "Thought those troll feet were yours," he says, and we both retract our heads back into our respective stalls to finish up our business. A little while later, while we are both still sitting on the toilet, I hear him say "We've gotta do this more often."
Then later, I'm in a public bathroom again, and my dad is in the neighboring stall. While sitting there, I proceed to tell him all about the meeting with Robert earlier in the bathroom.