I don't dream often, when I do they can be strange. Then again, because I don't dream often I might not have the best frame of reference to make that statement.
The gist of this dream were that while in the men's room there were a woman who were standing there, against the stalls that were directly next to the exit in a leather dominatrix outfit. the stalls were on the left of the entrance, wash basins were strangely missing, the path were cramped and only had enough room for one person to walk normally, two people would have to turn sideways, like an aisle on an airplane. the urinals were in the back of the room. as I were moving to squeeze against this woman I dropped to my knees and professed an undying want to serve her as a slave. she pulled me up from devoting myself to her to kiss me, we time skipped to my place and this woman that I am interested in were on my couch with a child, this isn't my place where or as it is now. I don't think I've ever seen it before, but it were definitely mine. we passed by them and went to my bed room, from there we made love and then cuddled, she then started to talk about her religious convictions.