Dream journal

shalmestere and I were going to a concert of early music at the Cloisters. I don't remember the group or the repertoire, but it looked promising and we were very much looking forward to the concert. Once we found our seats, I realized I needed to pee, so I told

shalmestere I would be back in a minute or two, and stepped out of the concert hall to find the bathroom.

Both in the dream and in Real Life(tm), I've been to the Cloisters at least a hundred times; indeed, in the dream I saw somebody I recognized from attending another concert there the night before and joked "Long time no see". In Real Life(tm), bathrooms aren't plentiful or in obvious places, but they can be found. But in the dream, I ended up getting a short car ride from an acquaintance (who looked disturbingly like Kash Patel) to the building where the bathrooms were; I jumped out, assured him I was extremely familiar with the place, and ran to the bathroom. Which (you guessed it) wasn't where I thought it was; somebody gave me directions, which involved going through a lot of under-construction exhibition rooms and maintenance buildings and barns full of straw and livestock. In a dusty corridor I passed a room with the door standing open that looked vaguely bathroom-like, so I checked the sign on the door, which said it was so-and-so's office. Eventually found a men's room, which had one occupied stall, no urinal, and two sinks, one of which I peed into. Then faced the challenge of finding my way back to the concert venue before the concert started.