and then, last night, you were there.
you were in Good Company, in high school.
your "friend group" was comprised of the top-academic performers in the school.
they are all there; you were all sitting there, together:
our class's Top Ten
you'd name them, but they know who they are.
and we're discussing the Drumpf problem.
and then you have to go to the bathroom, which is, always, some fucking nightmare, when dreaming.
while awake, you have a vague map of your "dream world," and there's this one place in your "world" that has always confused you, when dreaming, but then, during this particular dream, you realized, while dreaming, that the reason why this particular bathroom's location is so tricky is because there's always a line, and so, you always end up walking all the way around, this one way, because you're always walking to the back of a line, but then, while standing in line, while dreaming, you realized that you always take this round-about way, cause you're always getting in line, but that sometimes there isn't a line, and so, you always get confused about where this particular bathroom is in your "dream world," whenever there isn't a line.
and then you return to your group, and you all continue to discuss the current State of the World.
and then you have to pee again, and so, you excuse yourself and head off to the bathroom, but this time, you know how to get there after learning what you learned about the actual location of the bathroom, when there is no line, etc.
you're naked, for some reason, and as you start to pee, some Drunk Bimbo—disheveled, sequin mini-tube dress (prolly some "you" from your twenties, lol)—stumbles into the room, cause the bathroom is sorta like a bathroom that you'd see attached to a hotel suite, etc., and as the Drunk Bimbo walks in, she has the gall to be mad at you, "What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?!"
"Bitch, this is a public restroom," you calmly scoff.
and then, you're awake, cause now you gotta pee for-real.
and as your legs twitch and struggle to walk your body to the toilet, you think, "Damn, I didn't care at all that that Drunk Bimbo saw me naked, on the toilet."