Almost Peed in A Coffee Maker

Date: 8/4/2016

I was in some sort of private jet, and it landed and I arrived at a party. It was an incredibly large parking lot area under a huge mansion/restaurant/hotel looking place. When the jet landed and I got out, I turned around and saw my reflection on the shiny black surface. Instead of myself, I was a young black woman with a short haircut. I started walking into the party and said hi to a man, a teenage black boy who was apparently my boyfriend. Then as I was walking, I passed myself and my friend. I accidentally bumped into them and then the dream shifted into my POV, so I was myself. Now I was walking into the same party with my friend Justine. We walked in and suddenly we were in a large room that looked like a diner, except the booths were made out of plastic speakers. Almost every booth was filled up with well-dressed people eating sandwiches. Justine and I walked over to a large window at the back of the room. When I stared out of it, I could see what looked like New York City. It was also daytime, even though when we were walking into the party it was night (or maybe it was just very dark in there). We started to have a conversation that went something like: "Wow, I can't believe we're going to be fourteen next year. And then we're gonna be teenagers, and we're gonna be able to drive..." "I know man, it's crazy." "I have to pee so bad." Now that I established I had to pee, we decided to go looking for a bathroom. This place was HUGE. There was a bathroom in almost every room. But, instead of using a main bathroom like any normal person, of course I had to use the one in this person's closet. These people were apparently so rich they had a bathroom in their closet. So I walked into a messy guest-room looking area with a very large TV on one wall. The floor was scattered with random things and it looked like someone had just unpacked to stay the night. I spotted a coffee maker by the back wall, and, for some reason, thought it was a fancy toilet. I almost attempted to pee in it, but before I could, realization dawned over me and I saw a door with a blue handle on the other side of the room. I walked over there and it was the bathroom. It was also probably the smallest bathroom I've ever seen. It was so small that when I sat on the toilet my feet touched the wall. Then I started peeling at an alarmingly strong and rapid rate. I peed for like a solid straight minute, and since the bathroom was so small some of it sprayed in my face. I suddenly woke up and was relieved to find that I did not wet the bed.