A ridiculous pre-Christmas dream

Many people piled into the small bathroom. I knew this bathroom, but I did not know how it had gotten into the edifice that it currently occupied.

The occupants of the bathroom began to organize a formal fight, and one of the participants, appointed without prior consent, insisted on forestalling the proceedings by taking a shower. He did not use the bathroom in question for said shower, and after what seemed like an eternity, the match was declared forfeit, which then freed us all to go about our business.

The subsequent business turned out to be a strange party, replete with all manner of foodstuffs, rooms, passageways, drunks, IOIs, and reorganizations.

While naked, I ran into one of the Taylor twins in a black stairwell between the room with the pizza ovens and the room with the madcap tables. I still don't know which one.