Not even fragments really

Quiet night last night. I know there were dreams but they were all gone in a blur, disappeared as fast as they passed before my mind's eye. Only the final image remained, and that was something to do with me getting into a store in order to use the washroom. I had to pay to get in, and in order to get into the bathroom you needed to have a pair of batteries to open the door. I was thinking I'd have to look around the store after I was done. Inside I met my friend Mark, who I haven't seen in about three years. And as I stepped up to the urinal, the dream ended.

*shrug* I have no idea.