Weirdest dream EVER.
OK. So, last night, about 12 hours ago, I dreamed that I lived in a dystopian future where a shadowy government organisation controls every aspect of culture, thought, etc. and you have to be brainwashed because there's no other choice of anything to watch on TV.
So, me and my sisters (I actually have one younger brother, but in my dream I somehow had two red-headed younger sisters, which is weird because, y'know, I'm Asian) were trying to smuggle the youngest sister out of the country, because she offended the government by watching the wrong, banned, cartoons. We sneak out of our dingy apartment in the dodgy end of a large metropolis, just as the secret police come in, and make a run for it. Our parents, who weren't my real life parents but actually random stereotypical TV parents (with bright red hair), didn't make it, and were arrested by the secret police.
I stuff my youngest imagined-sister hidden in my laundry bag, bundle it into a shopping cart, and set off with middle sister (who somehow happens to resemble the actress who plays Sadie on the really bad teen Nickolodeon TV show 'Naturally, Sadie', except younger and with brighter red hair) through the market, which happens to be on Royal Parade, which is a leafy suburban road to the east side of my university in real life (there is in fact no market on said street). So, middle sis and I walk through the market, which suspiciously resembles my dorm's dining hall, but whatever. And along the way, this blind old lady hears us, and she's wearing creepy sunglasses, and turns to look at us, and middle sister and I somehow know that she's actually a member of the secret police. And she hears us, and starts following us through, and we run, trying to make noise in other directions by knocking over a stall full of bells with the shopping cart so she'll be thrown off, and splitting up and passing the heavy bag with little sister in it back and forth between us so she won't know who to chase.
Except she does catch up with us. And so she gleefully looks into the bag, and finds... a giant headless barbie doll instead of littlest sister. And she goes wtf.
So, middle sis and I, rather confused at this point, assume we accidentally left the bag with little sis in the market, and keep walking up Royal Parade in a way so as not to attract attention, hoping that little sis'll have the sense to make a run for it herself. We pass a church (there is actually a church on the real Royal Parade, but on the other side of the road), and we see a Christmas festival inside, being run by Tickle-Me-Elmo and characters from McDonalds advertising. And little sis loves Tickle-Me-Elmo, so we stop to see if she's inside.
Except blind old lady is still following us, and seeing Tickle-Me-Elmo, decides to attack the church for failing to be sufficiently brainwashing and showing banned cartoon characters and whatnot. So Ronald McDonald comes out to defend the headquarters of the rebellion (because Tickle-Me-Elmo is actually the leader of a rebellion that seeks to return children's programming to this horrific dystopian future) and old lady stabs him with a giant French fry. She then rounds on Tickle-Me-Elmo and stomps on him, and Elmo can do nothing but laugh like a maniac while he is being smashed to pieces.
At this point, I notice that the Christmas tree inside the church is hideous and purple and FURRY, just like the one which has been put up in Sha Tin New Town Plaza, and my brain can't handle the logical disconnects any more and decides to wake up.
But, in the few seconds between living in dream-land and shuttling back into consciousness, I somehow see that the gruesome death of Elmo incites huge nationwide anger, for Elmo was dearly beloved. And this leads to a huge revolution, led by little sister, who did actually leave the country (and come back with an army of Ewoks), overthrowing the dystopian government and once again restoring peace, freedom of thought, and wholesome children's TV programming to all the land.
Well, at any rate, I'm glad it had a happy ending.
So, me and my sisters (I actually have one younger brother, but in my dream I somehow had two red-headed younger sisters, which is weird because, y'know, I'm Asian) were trying to smuggle the youngest sister out of the country, because she offended the government by watching the wrong, banned, cartoons. We sneak out of our dingy apartment in the dodgy end of a large metropolis, just as the secret police come in, and make a run for it. Our parents, who weren't my real life parents but actually random stereotypical TV parents (with bright red hair), didn't make it, and were arrested by the secret police.
I stuff my youngest imagined-sister hidden in my laundry bag, bundle it into a shopping cart, and set off with middle sister (who somehow happens to resemble the actress who plays Sadie on the really bad teen Nickolodeon TV show 'Naturally, Sadie', except younger and with brighter red hair) through the market, which happens to be on Royal Parade, which is a leafy suburban road to the east side of my university in real life (there is in fact no market on said street). So, middle sis and I walk through the market, which suspiciously resembles my dorm's dining hall, but whatever. And along the way, this blind old lady hears us, and she's wearing creepy sunglasses, and turns to look at us, and middle sister and I somehow know that she's actually a member of the secret police. And she hears us, and starts following us through, and we run, trying to make noise in other directions by knocking over a stall full of bells with the shopping cart so she'll be thrown off, and splitting up and passing the heavy bag with little sister in it back and forth between us so she won't know who to chase.
Except she does catch up with us. And so she gleefully looks into the bag, and finds... a giant headless barbie doll instead of littlest sister. And she goes wtf.
So, middle sis and I, rather confused at this point, assume we accidentally left the bag with little sis in the market, and keep walking up Royal Parade in a way so as not to attract attention, hoping that little sis'll have the sense to make a run for it herself. We pass a church (there is actually a church on the real Royal Parade, but on the other side of the road), and we see a Christmas festival inside, being run by Tickle-Me-Elmo and characters from McDonalds advertising. And little sis loves Tickle-Me-Elmo, so we stop to see if she's inside.
Except blind old lady is still following us, and seeing Tickle-Me-Elmo, decides to attack the church for failing to be sufficiently brainwashing and showing banned cartoon characters and whatnot. So Ronald McDonald comes out to defend the headquarters of the rebellion (because Tickle-Me-Elmo is actually the leader of a rebellion that seeks to return children's programming to this horrific dystopian future) and old lady stabs him with a giant French fry. She then rounds on Tickle-Me-Elmo and stomps on him, and Elmo can do nothing but laugh like a maniac while he is being smashed to pieces.
At this point, I notice that the Christmas tree inside the church is hideous and purple and FURRY, just like the one which has been put up in Sha Tin New Town Plaza, and my brain can't handle the logical disconnects any more and decides to wake up.
But, in the few seconds between living in dream-land and shuttling back into consciousness, I somehow see that the gruesome death of Elmo incites huge nationwide anger, for Elmo was dearly beloved. And this leads to a huge revolution, led by little sister, who did actually leave the country (and come back with an army of Ewoks), overthrowing the dystopian government and once again restoring peace, freedom of thought, and wholesome children's TV programming to all the land.
Well, at any rate, I'm glad it had a happy ending.