Washroom dreaming

Back in a city from the wild landscape that is the Canadian Rockies. I no longer dream about walking on a glacier. Asleep in Vancouver, fresh from walking the city streets and drinking vodka and red bull in a huge gay bar, I dreamt that I had entered my friend's Jeff and Jim's apartment in NY. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went into "Jeff's" room used his privee. Jeff enters his room at that moment looking rather stunning, dressed as Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf.
JEFF (startled): Oh, Hello.
JACQUE: I just was using your bathroom, hello, what are you dressed----
JEFF (non-chalant): Oh, it was Liz Taylor night at The Urge, I'm Liz in Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf, and Jim went as National Velvet.
Jim enters holding a riding crop.