Cracked out dream
I just woke up (yes, at 6pm, shut up, I didn't go to bed until 10am) from a long series of dreams. I remember more of this, but I'll start it at the part I thought was funny enough to share.
So - having seperated myself from my brothers' friend Adam's attempts to dance with me (we were discussing plans he had for a cruise line and how you'd only be paying about $30/day and the staff would do courteous things like ask "would you like to dance with me?" - which he demonstrated in person) - a school friend and I used the excuse that we had to go to the bathroom.
Let it be said now that we were on a small college campus. It was actually one of the buildings on JSU's campus, but that was ALL there was to the campus. Actually, let me rephrase - it was part of one of the buildings on the JSU campus. There we go.
So we go down to the basement area where the bathroom is and the college friend (I think she might have been Kate - my college roommate at Auburn, but it really doesn't matter, I didn't really "know" her) went in first. I followed, expect, y'know, a normal restroom. However... ...you know that plastic wobbly stuff that shower doors are made out of? Slightly frosted 'glass'? The floors were made out of it - the walls were made out of it - and the doors to the stalls were made out of it - and "Kate" had a stall door open, so when I walked into the bathroom area, I sort of walked into a big, dimmly lit shiny plastic box.
"Argh, I'm so disoriented!" I say, putting my hand out on the wall.
"Sorry," she says, closing the stall door and walking off.
To give her some privacy, I went to find the 'furthest stall'. Which, I thought, must have been the handicapped stall, for it was long and wide. And there was a shower in it. As I'm lowering the long metal bar on the door to lock it (it was about as long as my forearm), I note that "Kate" has returned. I open the door for her and she says that the other toilets she tried weren't working.
"Here," I said, "take this one." Apparently I didn't have to go as badly as she did. So I walked out and admired the bathroom.
The bathroom, I think, had altered itself from the 'lobby' area I entered. The floors were dark cement - nearly black. Shiny. The ceilings were extremely high. There were pipes painted in bold, bright colors. There was one by my feet that came out of the floor and curved back into it. It was painted kelly green. Steam rose from another pipe nearby. "OMG!" I gleed, "I need to go and get my digital camera and take reference photos!!!! OMG this is so BATMAN-y! I'll have to draw lots of cool pictures for NSK like this!!!" I admired the long expanses of space (I'm not sure how this happened, but the bathroom was apparently now a small corner of this huge airplane hangar sized basement). "OH and I could take photos of THIS hallway and THAT forklift and..."
And I heard a sound.
Patterpatterpatter.
I turn to look and - what ho? A few hundred yards away there is a pile of crate slats and door. Coming in through the door (I thought we were in a basement? But the door clearly leads outside) is... ... a leprechaun?
Leprechaun: *stare*
Me: *stare*
Leprechaun: AUUUUUUUUUUAHHHHHHH! *flail arms and run at me*
Me: *pause* ........ AUUUGHHHHH! *run towards leprechaun*
Both: *CHARGE at each other, shouting*
We get about six feet from each other when the Leprechaun (who I realize is the mascot of the rival college. And also a woman) pulls up short and, disappointedly whines, "How'd you know I wasn't really a leprechaun?"
....
"Uhm. I dunno..." I friendly-sarcastic all over. XD
Disappointed, the leprechaun-mascot wanders off. And I start to wander off myself. I realize, of course, that this is the rival college and that the mascot is there for "the game" and is probably going around causing trouble like rival colleges do in movies and cartoons. Y'know. Steal the donkey or trophy or paint graffiti on the walls. But I didn't care. It'd be funny to talk about later. "Ohyeah, I saw the Leprechauns there, but I figured the LAWLS would be greater if I just let them have-at."
Anyway. We were walking our seperate ways when s'more people (two or three) in jackets from the rival college came inside and ... some words were exchanged or something, and I'm like, "I won't allow you to sully the honor of my school! WIAAAHHHHhhhh!" as I slid into a "karate kid" faux martial arts pose.
They responded in kind.
What followed was a faux-brawl that lasted a good 10 or more minutes. Me "fighting" off the three/four Leprechaun U mascot people and then more schools joined in. I was KICKING ASS. It was SO MUCH FUN.
We were hitting and kicking at each other, making ridiculous poses and KIIYAAHHHHs and etc. I guess there was significantly less gravity in my dreamverse, because we'd kick or hit each other with almost no force and it didn't take much effort for us to fling ourselves to the ground. Once or twice I hit someone with more force than I intended, and apologized. But we had loads of fun.
I can't remember what else happened, unfortunately. I think I was waking up and my concious mind rewound to go, "...wait... 'how did you know I wasn't a leprechaun?' wtf kind of crack am I *on*?"
So - having seperated myself from my brothers' friend Adam's attempts to dance with me (we were discussing plans he had for a cruise line and how you'd only be paying about $30/day and the staff would do courteous things like ask "would you like to dance with me?" - which he demonstrated in person) - a school friend and I used the excuse that we had to go to the bathroom.
Let it be said now that we were on a small college campus. It was actually one of the buildings on JSU's campus, but that was ALL there was to the campus. Actually, let me rephrase - it was part of one of the buildings on the JSU campus. There we go.
So we go down to the basement area where the bathroom is and the college friend (I think she might have been Kate - my college roommate at Auburn, but it really doesn't matter, I didn't really "know" her) went in first. I followed, expect, y'know, a normal restroom. However... ...you know that plastic wobbly stuff that shower doors are made out of? Slightly frosted 'glass'? The floors were made out of it - the walls were made out of it - and the doors to the stalls were made out of it - and "Kate" had a stall door open, so when I walked into the bathroom area, I sort of walked into a big, dimmly lit shiny plastic box.
"Argh, I'm so disoriented!" I say, putting my hand out on the wall.
"Sorry," she says, closing the stall door and walking off.
To give her some privacy, I went to find the 'furthest stall'. Which, I thought, must have been the handicapped stall, for it was long and wide. And there was a shower in it. As I'm lowering the long metal bar on the door to lock it (it was about as long as my forearm), I note that "Kate" has returned. I open the door for her and she says that the other toilets she tried weren't working.
"Here," I said, "take this one." Apparently I didn't have to go as badly as she did. So I walked out and admired the bathroom.
The bathroom, I think, had altered itself from the 'lobby' area I entered. The floors were dark cement - nearly black. Shiny. The ceilings were extremely high. There were pipes painted in bold, bright colors. There was one by my feet that came out of the floor and curved back into it. It was painted kelly green. Steam rose from another pipe nearby. "OMG!" I gleed, "I need to go and get my digital camera and take reference photos!!!! OMG this is so BATMAN-y! I'll have to draw lots of cool pictures for NSK like this!!!" I admired the long expanses of space (I'm not sure how this happened, but the bathroom was apparently now a small corner of this huge airplane hangar sized basement). "OH and I could take photos of THIS hallway and THAT forklift and..."
And I heard a sound.
Patterpatterpatter.
I turn to look and - what ho? A few hundred yards away there is a pile of crate slats and door. Coming in through the door (I thought we were in a basement? But the door clearly leads outside) is... ... a leprechaun?
Leprechaun: *stare*
Me: *stare*
Leprechaun: AUUUUUUUUUUAHHHHHHH! *flail arms and run at me*
Me: *pause* ........ AUUUGHHHHH! *run towards leprechaun*
Both: *CHARGE at each other, shouting*
We get about six feet from each other when the Leprechaun (who I realize is the mascot of the rival college. And also a woman) pulls up short and, disappointedly whines, "How'd you know I wasn't really a leprechaun?"
....
"Uhm. I dunno..." I friendly-sarcastic all over. XD
Disappointed, the leprechaun-mascot wanders off. And I start to wander off myself. I realize, of course, that this is the rival college and that the mascot is there for "the game" and is probably going around causing trouble like rival colleges do in movies and cartoons. Y'know. Steal the donkey or trophy or paint graffiti on the walls. But I didn't care. It'd be funny to talk about later. "Ohyeah, I saw the Leprechauns there, but I figured the LAWLS would be greater if I just let them have-at."
Anyway. We were walking our seperate ways when s'more people (two or three) in jackets from the rival college came inside and ... some words were exchanged or something, and I'm like, "I won't allow you to sully the honor of my school! WIAAAHHHHhhhh!" as I slid into a "karate kid" faux martial arts pose.
They responded in kind.
What followed was a faux-brawl that lasted a good 10 or more minutes. Me "fighting" off the three/four Leprechaun U mascot people and then more schools joined in. I was KICKING ASS. It was SO MUCH FUN.
We were hitting and kicking at each other, making ridiculous poses and KIIYAAHHHHs and etc. I guess there was significantly less gravity in my dreamverse, because we'd kick or hit each other with almost no force and it didn't take much effort for us to fling ourselves to the ground. Once or twice I hit someone with more force than I intended, and apologized. But we had loads of fun.
I can't remember what else happened, unfortunately. I think I was waking up and my concious mind rewound to go, "...wait... 'how did you know I wasn't a leprechaun?' wtf kind of crack am I *on*?"