Day one, dream version

Last night's dream woke me up with a physical reaction.

I was on a road trip with a female friend. She was nameless and faceless. But clearly, she was a friend. We were making a pretty long trip from wherever we were to wherever we were going. And a mid-way point was an ex-boyfriend's house. The odd thing, this ex-boyfriend doesn't have a house. However, this was a house he had bought in college and was renting out because he didn't live there any more (again, so not true in life because ex actually lives in the same city where he attended college. Don't you just love how dream truth usually isn't truth truth?). The house was currently without renters, so ex said we could stay the night there instead of getting a hotel. We got to the house late in the evening. Apparently I had been there before, because I kept noticing things that had changed. I needed to go to the bathroom and off I went to my favorite bathroom ever! It was completely tiled in black and white. There were columns in it. A huge whirlpool tub. This is the type of bathroom you can actually live in. But what woke me up was the overwhelming urge to actually go to the bathroom. So up I hopped and sleep was over for the rest of the morning.