I'm standing in a line in a sort of warehouse-looking building, with my friend Mark, and our luggage. It appears like we are waiting to board an airplane.

I have to pee, and I see a bathroom door over on one wall, so I go in there and lock the door. It's a large room, and the urinal is strange, an elevated circular platform with a step all the way around it, and a flat pool of water on top like a birdbath. When I pee in it, it fills all the way up and overflows, like it has no drain. I take a long time going; it seems like I'm peeing a lot.

When I'm done, I turn around, and Mark is in the bathroom, just inside the door against the wall, talking on the phone. I'm surprised to see him there because the door was locked, and I ask him how he got in there, and he pauses his phone conversation and gives me some vague explanation about jiggling with the lock, and I say it must not have been very secure, but he makes like he's just very clever with locks.

We go back out to the lines where we were waiting, but my luggage is gone and Mark says goodbye, like we're going different places. There were two lines, and he indicates that I'm supposed to be in the other line, which is already boarding, and my luggage is in that line, but I'd better rush to catch up and get on the plane. I ask him if he isn't going too, and he answers no, he's going on the other plane. I'm rather flustered; I thought he was going with me, and in some sense leading the way, so now I'm not sure what is going on.