Mountain-Top Waltz

So I was wandering around on a mission as usual; the best dreams involve missions. Somehow this led me to a very gothic version of the dining hall I work at, so gothic it was all in black and white. While most of the counters still existed, the tables and chairs were mysteriously gone, and my cat Sparkles was lying near where the panini machine should be, hooked up to a bunch of cables.

They were doing experiments on her. This, of course, horrified me. That was my cat dammit, and who does random animal testing in dining halls anyway?! I went through the motions of saving her along with some random trusty sidekicks who I actually do not know at all.

I know a tall building with lots of windows and classrooms somehow fit into this. Hell if I can remember how, though.

But in the end we managed to rescue her, and we ended up chilling in some rock cave while a blizzard happened outside. I think I was holding Sparkles, while the kids -- did I mention they magically turned into children? -- and I looked outside.

Then, in a truly excellent turn of events, a bunch of kids did choreographed dancing on top of a snow-covered mountain.

No joke. This MASSIVE group of children, around six to eight-years-old, with NONE of them wearing shirts OR shoes and all wearing similar khaki pants, were chit-chatting amongst themselves about Very Serious Things (honestly, I think some of them were talking about the Animal Testing Adventure) while dancing. In the back were a few teenagers with their parents, all mysteriously with shirts on. The children with no shirts had hilarious cartoon-ish chests -- it looked like someone had doodled on them with marker. And none of them found this situation weird at all.

I woke up and decided that's it, no more sleeping in on Sunday mornings.

If I reasonably cold, I would totally blame this on being sick for the past week or so. But I know it's just my brain being its typical silly self.

Now I really must do my homework.

Tschuess.