The last restroom dream I had was two weeks ago. It was a pretty bland bathroom at first. Dark, with only a few stalls. Part of a rest stop on the side of a dilapidated highway. Anyway, I went to the bathroom, then turned around to wash my hands and the room had opened up an extra forty feet behind the sinks. Where there was a wall with mirrors, there was now more toilets and sinks. Showers dotted the bathroom-scape every once in a while, usually in groups of two or three. The odd part was that there were toilets just beneath the sinks, presumeably so you could relieve yourself and wash your hands without moving from the spot. I remember in particular how that struck me as unsanitary, but on closer inspection, the entire bathroom was spotless. Normally restrooms, guy's restrooms at least, and even more so, those at rest stops, are trashed beyond recognition. This one was unnaturally clean, and actually rather mystical and exciting (as only a dream bathroom could be). I realized I still had to relieve myself, despite already having done so, so I went to one of the toilets 3/4 of the way back and used it. Afterwards, I thought about nabbing a shower, but decided against it and just washed my hands and left.
Still, its always amazed me how unique my dream restrooms are. Though I suppose, in light of this thread, that they aren't entirely unique at all. I wonder if the common appearance has to do with needing to use the restroom after a full night of allowwing one's bladder to fill. . .
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