I was on a baseball team. I showed up for practice and we all just stood perfectly still, and I got impatient and left.

Then I was at some house party with my team. We were hanging out in the basement. I was sitting on the steps and had some snot in my nose. I kept wiping it off on my fingers and then wiping it on the framing around the stairs (there were like some 2x2s in front of me for some reason). Eventually I realized that it was too much snot to keep wiping so went off to find the bathroom. The bathroom was fine. It had a whole bunch of toilets each with a little stall around them (some of the stalls were just a little bit of pipe on the floor framing the toilets, so I could see into them, but this struck me as acceptable and better than most bathroom stalls from dreams). Some of the toilets looked old and a little rusty but in working condition and useable. I went for the one in the corner that was shiny and white and had a real visual barrier around it. As I washed my hands I realized that I was now dreaming about the bathroom, and was impressed with my dreaming brain for making it so convincing. It looked just like it had before [I realized that I was dreaming]! And I looked around for hints that I was seeing the dream bathroom and not the real one, but couldn't find any. That is until I turned the light out. The hallway was still indirectly lit from the other room, but the entire bathroom turned entirely black. 'A-ha! My dream imagination is unable to realistically shade the bathroom!'