What are bathroom stall dreams about?

So I had a dream last night that I'm in some kind of public toilet and there are few bathroom stalls, and there is a cleaning lady there

Now, I want to go to toilet and I cannot because she is cleaning the toilets, and the ones that she is not cleaning are filled with eggs (??) like a lot of eggs, I think some of them were covered in shit but I'm not completely sure, some of them are shells and a lot of them are whole and I'm not sure of the size but maybe they were a bit bigger than the regular ones

any interpretations? I'm confused ahah

So I don’t remember much of this dream but I remember chunks and the chunks I remember have me so puzzled. I basically had sex with a dean of a school I don’t remember the reasoning or how it happened but it was in a bathroom stall and after this happened I was in a field with children and little puppies. One of the kids picked the dog up and threw it like a football essentially murdering it. idk how to feel rn

I entered a bathroom stall and a woman was sitting on the toilet with her panties off. I was trapped and couldn't leave the stall so I told her I was going to look forwards so she could finish her business. I started hearing moans and then her soft voice begged for me to kiss her as she licked my ear. The dream ended there but I can imagine the things we did afterwards

Last night, I had a horrifying dream I doubt I’ll be forgetting anytime soon. I was in school when the speakers came on, and the principal starting yelling that there was a shooter in the building and we needed to hide. Our class was on what seemed to be the hundredth floor of a skyscraper, and we went out the window and shimmied our way around to the bathrooms. The bathroom was separated by a room with stalls and showers. Most went to the stalls and me and some girls went to the showers. The shower room weirdly resembled the shower within my own house. A couple minutes of dread filled silence go by, and I hear gunshots sounding throughout bathroom stalls. I hear my classmates bloodcurdling screams. I start hyperventilating so hard I’m convinced you could hear it two rooms over. My mind starts racing about all the things I never got to do, and how much of a failure I was. I thought of hell and its eternal fires. In that same moment, I realized I was making the girls around me freak out even more than they were, and i shut them all up saying “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” in a quiet but stern voice. I hear the shooter slowly walking towards the door, and into the room. He walks around for a minute before his presence seems to disappear from reality. The speakers come on again saying that the shooter is gone, and that we should go home as soon as possible. He also says we are still going to school Monday, even though many of us have lost our friends to a shooter we still don’t know the fate of. On my way home, I hear rustling in a nearby bush, and outcomes what I could only think to be the shooter who seemed disappear in that bathroom with me. I could not the describe the way I felt. After all that relief of not being riddled with holes like my other classmates, I found myself face to face with the man that killed them. He spared no time and reserved no mercy, and proceeded to mow into me, and I felt every last bullet. After being brutally murdered, I remember being in a ghost like state, where I cried and sobbed. I was able to visit my home, and I saw my brother and mother waiting for me at the door. I had nothing more than the undying urge to tell them that I loved them, and this was goodbye. I wanted them to stop waiting for me. Even as I write this I’m emotional because I can remember how surreal it felt. Like a scene in a movie, I was instantly in my bed, unable to move, with my brother sitting at the foot of it. I still couldn’t speak either. But then, my brother looked at me, as if I was alive, and I was. Out of nowhere, I was back into my mortal body. No one talked of the shooting, as if it never happened. I woke up, feeling full of emotion. I needed to write this down somewhere lest I forget of this dream like I’ve had no other. Can anyone interpret this or is this just some random nightmare? Thank you for your time.

I just woke up from a bizarre dream. I was sat in bathroom stalls trying to do my business as anyone else does, then all of a sudden a group of men came into the bathroom and started harassing me… they were looking under my stalls, banging on my door, wolf whistling and i just wanted it all to end. I was begging in the stall for them to leave but they wouldn’t. What was bizarre about this dream is that I didn’t see their faces, but they felt so familiar. There was a weird sense of familiarity even tho they had no faces. Does this mean anything or is it just a weird, silly dream? This dream was the weirdest and most traumatising dream I’ve had so far.