The Most Bizarre and Kick Ass Dream I've had in ages

So.

Nym, Una, Pat and I are in San Fran- at least, I think its San Fran. We are lost- there is something we are supposed to be doing, but we don't know what. We find a hostel that looks EXACTLY like the Boys Rooming House from Newsies, and decide to hole up for the night.

Out the window you can see a lake, and you can just barely make out the shore on the other side of the lake. We are watching the news and the shore at the same time- it appears there is a war of some sort, and an anarchist armada is raiding the "enemy" (the "enemy" remains an unknown entity throughout the dream) and attacking them on the shore. ALL OF A SUDDEN WE REALIZE- THAT'S WHAT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING IN SF!!!!

Pat says "oh hell no. Someone give me a telephone, I've got to fire someone". Apparently, Pat is in charge of the Parks Dept in San Fran, and the "enemy" isn't allowed to use the shore to stage their attack. The rest of us are sort of just jumping up and down saying "we were supposed to be on the armada, what the fuck are we doing just standing here?" and Nym says "Where did those anarchists come from?" and Una replies "There are anarchists everywhere" (which is actually a conversation that happened in real life too).

I then realize that the leader of the anarchist armada is none other than the 60+ year old accountant, Leslie, from my old job at MJM. We get her on video phone and shes cussing up a storm, shouting "I'm fucking rading the hell out of the bastards!". Pat tells her to bring us a boat.

So Leslie comes across the lake in a flying jalopy, towing a canoe.

She is dressed in all black, with a beret, and is full of spit fire. She is chain smoking.

The jalopy is parked outside, and while Nym, Una, Pat, and Leslie are plotting what we should do next, I am remotely activating bombs via text message on my phone and watching out the window as people try to test drive the flying jalopy. The janitor from the hostel approaches the jalopy, gets in, tries to take her around the block, but I can see right away that he's not going to make it and

suddenly I am outside, screaming, running towards the jalopy, as he loses control of it, and it skids round the corner, and down a flight of stairs, and crashes.

And I'm screaming "That was my great grandfathers flying jalopy, its for the resistance" and then Jarrod is next to me screaming "It was my great grandfather's jalopy as well, how could you crash it?"

I storm back into the hostel, all sorts of angry that our magical vehicle is out of service. The others have taken the canoe back into the fray. I'm headed to join them when I run into Rob Lowe in the hallway. I know immediately that he is with the "enemy".

We glare at each other. Oh yes, Rob Lowe and I are having an epic stare off.

Rob Lowe says " I'm having a bad day".

I say "A bad day? Like bad like SOME ANARCHISTS ARE BLOWING UP YOUR SHIT BAD DAY ROB LOWE?"

He leads me into some sort of board room in the hostel, were we spit insults back and forth in escalating volume, trying to "out bad day" one another, when I suddenly stop, all heated from our discourse, and say

"I really want to sleep with you Rob Lowe"and he says

"Me too. Right now?"

I nod.

We sit across the table from one another, and slowly remove all our clothing until he is wearing nothing but a red bra (I tell him I have the same one) and I'm left with only my "World Best Dad" shirt on.

He tells me that seeing Twilight was as bad as the first time he ever went to a meth lab. While conveying this, he is leaning across the table, nuzzling my forehead with his chin. I giggle.

Then, Rob Lowe says "So, you wanna get gang fucked?"
Startled, I look up and say "What, Rob Lowe?!"
He gestures to his body guards, who have been present the entire time. I laugh, and shake my head and say
"Oh Rob Lowe!". He ushers the body guards out, and I wake up.

Awesome, no? And a little frightening.
Viva la revolution!