I had this dream that I was in the stereotypical catholic grade school, which is a conglomeration of all the private schools I’ve attended (and some I have not attended, but been in). In the dream I was my current age, but I was visiting it for some reason, and there was some school event going on. I was wearing a dress shirt and a tie. I had to go to the bathroom, so I made my way to the mensroom. Rather than all the urinals being lined up on the same wall, the wall with the urinals was a sawtooth shape, and the urinals were all still parallel to each other, just all on the same side of the sawtooth triangle shape. So I’m standing there pissing, and Ashton Kutcher comes in, walking kind of swanky or something, and I think “I hope Kelso doesn’t piss on me.” He proceeds to walk past me to a urinal two down from me, and unzips and goes about his business, but starts talking about it to. “Boy, I really need to go.” “Man, my bladder is gonna explode!”. So I look over at him and he gets this weird, calculating smile on his face. I start to think that my concerns are visible in my expression, and the next thing you know, he starts waving his cock around pissing all over everything, laughing and having a good time of it. He’s holding his dick like a baseball bat with one hand, waving it around like it’s a firehose. My shirt gets soaked and all I can think of is that it looks like I pissed myself, and I smell like it too, and I’m paranoid that no one is going to believe me that Ashton Kutcher pissed all over the mensroom and me.