I'm dreaming of a white potty

Just wondering...

Were you ever peacefully sleeping, drifting off to that pleasant state of R.E.M., when slowly...somewhere in in the deep crevices of your mind, you become slowly aware that you need to go to the bathroom. But all of the rest of your body is arguing with the one renegade member- the bladder. The rest of your body does not want to get up out of your warm bed, just for the selfish needs of Bladder.

So, it hunkers down deeper under the covers, trying to ignore Bladder's irritating pleas.

But your dreams start to take on a slightly different path.

Suddenly, you excuse yourself to that old flame -you- knew -in- high school- that- doesn't- hold- a- candle- to -your- husband- but -you- always- wondered- whatever- became- of- him, and hurry to find the little girl's room. But on entering, you find that it isn't a restroom after all, but is actually a crowded room filled with people of both genders, eating Ritz crackers and socializing. You think you see Mary Tyler Moore laughing at a joke your mom just told, but you don't have time to make sure.
Because by then, you feel your bladder begin to do the mambo, and you quickly duck out to continue your quest for a bathroom- any bathroom.

Finally, you find one...and it's gorgeous with cushion seats. Just as you sit down, however, you see to your horror that there are no partitions and that it is in full view of the previous party you encountered...along with your former boyfriend, who is now dipping into a bowl of guacamole.
Hurrying back up, you hope no one- especially what's his name- saw your attempt at the open potty, and you scurry away, searching through every nook and cranny you see for an available and private commode. To no avail.
Whenever hope seems to be in view, it turns out to be just another sad mistake...all the while, your bladder is yelling and screaming "Just go anywhere!".

Finally, you wake up with a start. The rest of your body gives in to that squeaky wheel of a bladder, and you stumble down the hall to your real bathroom.

The actual feel of cold porcelain never seemed so good in all your life.

So...I was just wondering. Hypothetically, of course.