Dream Journal
I was running through a locker room trying to find a place to urinate. I passed rows and rows of toilets without stalls, opting for the row at the end of the aisle.
When I turned the corner into this last row, I saw a large number of teenage girls dressed up and dancing - they were performing a sacred ritual. Not wanting to interrupt, I backtracked a row and selected a toilet in the middle of one wall; stalls lined the opposite wall.
As I turned to sit down, one of the girls involved in the ritual appeared directly in front of me; she was dancing. Not being able to wait any longer and no longer caring about disrupting their ritual, I sat on the toilet.
I was wearing a light purple thong and instead of pulling it down to my knees, I pulled my legs up until they were sticking up into the air and then pulled the back of my thong away from my body.
Melissa was now sitting on my right and watching to make sure I didn’t get any urine on my thong. At that point, a small group of guys in their early twenties appeared in the aisle heading towards the ritual row. I was embarrassed to be in such a compromising position.