dream1

Now I have to write this down before it decides to leave me.

Inside a mall, the ceilings were made of glass and there were (as each mall should have) bathrooms at every corner (because then you can find them easily) as well as benches in the middle of the hall (what do you call the long stretch of aisle that's in the mall?) And there were a few people just sitting around talking about how fighter jets were going to attack soon and we should probably prepare.
"Psh, whateva," I thought.
"Yeah but they've got donuts," said someone.
"Oh shit," I thought. "We've got no time to lose."
So I barracaded one of the bathrooms in the corners while one of the people in the group barraccaded the other one. So a good period of time was spent with me loading up supplies in this public restroom. I had a bag of make-up with me, which at the time, was incredibly vital to the situation at hand. I also had a few towels draped across the sinks and pool noodles underneath them ("For a sneak attack", apparently), but all of a sudden one of the pieces of equipment in the stall is broken, so I go in to fix it. Which just ends up taking a few seconds, it was just popping something back into place. But the microphone had to be reconnected as well as the shackle that held it all together.
"A mic system will come in handy," I thought.
So when I close the door to the stall, having repaired the equipment, I look to find the public washroom is covered in blankets and soap bubbles.
"Wtf?" I thought. "This is really inconvienent,"
So as I start grabbing paper towels to clean some of it up, I notice one of the guys from the group comes in and sits down and covers himself in a blanket.
"What are you doing? he asks.
"Cleaning up this mess. They've got donuts, donchano." I replied.
"The other team has got it covered, actually. They don't even need this other base. You can pretty much just leave right now." He said.
"Really?" I ask. "That would be cool. I just need some stuff first."
So I grab my make-up bag and start to leave when he stops me.
"But since nobody is coming in here for a long while, and we can monitor who's arriving on this screen," he points upwards to the wall above him. "we should totally have sex right now."
(I know, shut up Dina..)
"I dunno," I say hesitantly. "I mean, I'm not really prepared. I haven't got any make-up on."
"No problem, I don't mind."
"I haven't shaved my legs either."
"No biggy."
This useless bantering goes on while I apparently sit down next to him and stuff happens (this is the interactive imagination portion of the blog post, please enjoy).
Time passes and I begin to hear bombs from outside.
"We should probably go now," I say.
"No, stay. I want to try anal," he whines.
"Jesus Christ! No!"
"What about a blow job?"
"Let's just go already." I get up and start leaving. He might've followed me outside.
Don't know how we got outside exactly, but there were a bunch of people just walking around like there weren't any bombs going off above their heads.
For some reason, I was wearing a bathrobe to be more decent because I had previously acted out as a dirty whore.
"Cover up!" someone had reminded me.
"Dude, all I've got is this bathrobe and a bag of make-up. Lay off." I snap.
So I see a few of my teachers outside talking about the bombs, but they won't let me know what's going on. Gee, thanks.
A few people I recognize where there as well.
Tolken black improviser in her turtle costume.
Same-measurements dollface with blond hair (bleach blonde, I think you could pull it off)
Stellar drama teacher talking loudly as usual.
Old chinese lady I didn't recognize, but was riding this bicycle and it looked like an artist's pallette and I was impresssed. Turtle costume was attempting to ride it.
At this point, my brain decides to get creative and allows me to view an actual scenery.
The street that we're chillin on has a few trees near the building which probably represents the mall, but doesn't look like a mall from the outside other than the glass ceiling part. There's also a smaller building which is closer to us, and resembles a portable. People are walking around in those hospital uniforms, and across the street there are a bunch of little houses that look similar and are painted different colours (brown, white, lighter brown, navy) and there's a few signs hanging up that say,
PARTY RIGHT HERE
THIS WAY
STEW'S PARTY
LOTS OF FUN
all around the white house. A few arrows are pointing in that direction as well.
"Wooooow," I thought.
So that guy from the bathroom who requested anal shows up and makes another ridiculous request.
"Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to my friend's party, and you can tag along and wear really whore-ish make-up, and when we get there we can make all our dreams come true and it'll be fml, and then we can crash and in the morning I can make fun of your make-up because you'll be having too much sex to wash it off."
Although I can't see my face in my dreams (seeing as I'm usually in them, instead of watching what's going on), I'm guessing that my face was some kind of combination between an "Oh, really." and a "Dude, seriously, wtf."
I said I would try, and for some reason, I actually intended to later on in my dream. Such a whore. But since everyone is peacing I decide to hop along this wagon that's driven by these little native trolls. They had masks on (so I could easily pretend to be one of them) as well as short, stubby feet, and they were REALLY into tribal drums. So I basically just grabbed a smaller cart and a piece of rope (must've grabbed it from somewhere, I wasn't carrying that stuff before) and a mask and a drum and I hitched myself onto the trailer, happily playing my drum as I go.
The drum was kind of neat, I think I remember the rhythm I used...
dat, dat, da-dat-dat dat.
I dunno, ask me sometime if I remember it later on.
Anyway, so we finally turn into some foresty looking place and there are millions of these tribal trolls scattered around the place, all playing drums, so I feel pretty at home right now. But I'm also wondering how I can get to that guy's party from here. So I wait it out until I know what I can do.
The wagon takes us deeper and deeper into the forest. It's so thick that there isn't any sunlight going through, although the forest itself is well lit. There's a dirt road that goes through which we're following, and lots of branches are crowding us. It's hella lush in there. Like. Super green.
Anyway, so we reach a clearing and apparently this specific clearing is being used in a movie, and it was also famous because it was seen in The Lion King (gonna have to watch that movie again to see if it's true). It's this big open space, with a few palms hanging around, and you can see the ocean as soon as you enter it, and there's a nice grassy-sandy beach that leads downwards, and it's rather steep from where I was at the time, but it's not that far.
So chillin here is a sting ray, a giraffe, a rhino, and a skunk. They're all, "HEYY WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!" and Lion King music starts playing and everyone starts playing this really stupid games. Stupid, as in let's see how far you can throw a rock, stupid.
At this moment, I decide that anal-guy's party would probably be better (that's saying a lot) so I leave. Unfortunately, my brain decides that I'm not going to leave, and instead, I get to be thrown into this bedroom with a lot of plastic shelves and containers are chilling, because aparently it's modern, and I get to test out new Google Software. This software is kid-friendly, because it has the animals of a sting ray, a giraffe, a rhino and a skunk. Great.
In real life, I'm coming in and out of consciousness because my alarm is trying extremely hard to wake me up and I'm ignoring it completely, so the dream shifts a bit and is much harder to explain.

The end.

Shower time.