That Elven Composure
I was on a horse with this elven girl who looked like a cross between Arwen and Eowen and we were supposed to be going to some important meeting of elves and we had to go through this deep forest. She was driving and acting all serene and cool and talking like "We must hasten to our destination. Through these deep woods, our path takes us." because she had to prove to me that the elven race was everything it was supposed to be. I was just like "....kay."
After a while I think we both fell asleep on the horse because next thing I knew we were both waking up on the horse and not knowing where we were and everything looked slightly different. I asked if we were lost and she was like "No! How could we be lost. I am an elf of the forest, elves don't get lost in the forest! a ha ha!" yeah, we were so totally lost. The farther we went in this direction there started being more and more of this hot pink fungi on the trees and I think it was messing with the horse 'cause she turned it around and started trying to find her way back to the trail we were originally on. The longer it took, the less composed she became and she started muttering to herself about how late we were going to be, and why was there all this fungus, and all kinds of stuff.
Then all of a sudden, she spotted this Alfred E. Newman decal that some one had put on a tree trunk and she just lost it. She jumped off the horse, her hair was coming out of it's updo, and she started screaming all kinds of "HOW DARE SOMEONE DEFILE THE FOREST! UGH, THIS UGLY MAN MADE SHIT! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!" and she picked up this big branch and started trying to beat the sticker off the tree trunk with it.
After she tired herself out from that, I woke up.