My presumably strange, varied dreams last night (I can't remember the earlier stuff) ended with me boarding a train.
Not sure where we were headed, but I do know that I was with a friend (at least one) and that I was busting to take a leak.
I set off in search of a toilet and it became quickly apparent that this was a very strange train indeed.
Whereas most ordinary trains would be lucky to have even one toilet, and with flash, long-range regional trains not much better off, this one had actual stalls. Lots of them. I went through one bay of stalls that were all occupied or otherwise unsuitable, and there was another lot.
Before long the toilets were interrupted by a counter selling snacks and food, as well as a food court-type area with tables and chairs to eat at, but lining the edges of the room/carriage were still more stalls. I almost settled on one to use, but it was unpleasantly close to a family eating at a table. Maybe I needed to do more than just pee, I dunno.
After the food court there was another room/carriage full of stalls, all walled with the same brown, wood-looking paneling, but almost all were occupied.
I heard what sounded like sex occurring in a stall up ahead, but from the brief, embarrassed glimpse I caught as I passed it seemed to be a man helping a woman give birth in there, with the door open.
After that I came to a less-claustrophobic area without all the stalls pressing in on either side. There was a counter up ahead and some more snacks for sale, along with various stationery, set out around the room.
Or, well, carriage, but at this point it occurred to me that if I hadn't just boarded a train I would have no idea I was on one and not in a building. These large, spacious rooms with windows and ample store furnishings didn't resemble train carriages at all.
And there was more! Rather than just selling some stationery, this shop I was in extended on ahead, selling books and magazines like a stretched-out version of one of those little airport bookshops.
They even had a section devoted to comics/graphic novels. The first shelf seemed to be filled with overly artsy, abstract shite, so I moved across the room to a bunch of smaller shelves. The first one I looked at had a bunch of juicy-looking, adventure-y comics in Western settings.
The idea occurred to me of buying one to take back and share with my companion, whoever they were, and I was looking for a sequel to some similar comic I remembered reading earlier in the dream when I came across one whose cover claimed to star Willie Nelson and some other guy. Apparently Willie had done the mo-cap work that one of the main characters was drawn from?? Bizarre, I know, but that was my understanding.
Then my dad suddenly appeared, telling me how the comic was apparently based on some old film and all the various difficulties that the crew had encountered during production, which was on-location in some strange place or other.
Then I woke up and immediately got up to go take a leak.
Probably a good thing I didn't find a usable toilet, haha.
Edit:
Tl;dr: Caught a train to who-knows-where then went looking for an onboard toilet, found a huge number of toilet stalls as well as a food court and a book store with a sweet, highly-varied graphic novel selection, all spacious and all somehow crammed aboard this bizarre train that you couldn't really even feel the movement of.