Apparently, I was going to be performing -- singing -- at some event later in the day, so I had dressed up. Something I never do unless forced. I was wearing a light blue skirt with small flowers on it, black shoes, and a variety of tops. My shirt kept changing throughout the dream. At first, it was "my favorite shirt" with a matching cardigan (which I do not own), later it was a plain white T-shirt, and in the end it was the aforementioned "favorite shirt" sans cardigan.
I was in gym class. Fun! All I remember is sitting around and doing nothing (what I usually do in gym) and watching people play volleyball. At some point, my friend Leesa rode in and out on a skateboard. That was certainly strange and random.
When it came time to go change out of gym clothes, I went into the locker room and put my jeans on -- over my skirt. Apparently, I'd forgotten that I was wearing it.
Soon I was out in a hallway I'd never seen before and I noticed the jeans and slipped them off right then and there. Ginny then made a cameo, informing me that I looked "like Lindsey" (because of the skirt, I guess).
Suddenly, I had to use the bathroom. Bad. Really bad. I couldn't find one in this unknown hallway. I kept walking and informing people that I was going to wet my pants.
Finally, I located a bathroom. It was very bright and white and LONG and narrow. The row of stalls seemed neverending. I started walking to the very last stall. Don't ask me why...one would think that if I had to pee so bad I'd jump into the first stall available! As I walked, I looked into the stalls I passed. Uh-oh...every other stall had a urinal inside it. Was I in the men's room? I hadn't checked before entering.
By the way, the "urinals" in this dream were simply toilets with the seats up.
The dream ended with me finally getting to relieve myself. Gross, I know, but that's what happened. When I woke up, I was very thankful to see I hadn't wet the bed. I did have to use the bathroom, though...