This one's a doozy. There was a lot of random scene changes, but that makes it interesting right?
It started with an aerial view of a basketball court in the middle of some field, surrounded by forest. The court was fenced in, and the fence was about 20 feet high. There was three people playing basketball, and one kid got shoved through the fence wall, literally. Although he didn't fall into hundreds of small cubes, he was obviously shocked at what happened. Shortly after re-entering the court (by pulling the bottom of the fence up, much like a table cloth, and crawling under) A old homeless looking man stumbled up toward the court. He was grunting, and had zombie-esque features. The kids freaked out, and scrambled out of the court on the other end, and ran into the woods. My view of the incident went from aerial, to an over the head look of the person who got pressed trough the fence, and after the zombie appeared, I became a physical person, and joined them in running through the woods.
As we ran, we quickly became separated, and I was alone. I could hear random screams as i ran through the woods, and the forest slowly transitioned into a Walmart type store, and I was now crawling through the aisles. When I got to end of the aisle, I turned, and in the aisle next to me was one of the other kids from the basketball court, except he was now a 2-3 year old baby, who was still a coherent speaker. We crawled through the store, and came across a worker who noticed the baby. He radioed to someone, and said, "Lost baby in Aisle 13, and I think it has a gun." So we ran from the guy, who was trying to capture my baby-friend. We evaded him, by tricking him into thinking we hid in the changing rooms, and throughout the whole ordeal, we joined up with the other two people who were playing basketball with us, and we all came across a giant train that went around the entire store.
We all climbed onto this train, and started singing this huge song about what all happened, made of each other, and about trains. As we traveled around the store (backwards, mind you), the store transitioned into a hotel-type complex, and we got off the train at the lobby. There was a security guard there, who escorted all of us out, except for the baby. On the way out, I saw a can of Pringles, and snagged them, because Pringles are awesome. When we got outside, I called my mom, and told her that the baby was still locked inside, and we needed her help to get him out and to get out of this strange town. I asked a local where we were, and he started a college history style lecture about all the things that happened here, but managed to not tell me anything about what town or state I was in. So I told him that he was useless, and that I have a baby locked in this building, and all he's doing is making things worse. So he comes back and says, "Sorry I spent 14 years of my life studying this town's history and no one ever wants to hear about it." So I told him that I was sorry that he wasted his life studying something so useless, and he should just go away and stop wasting everybody's time. I then turned to another local, who instantly told me that I was in Tomaha. At this moment I woke up to my mother calling me, granted it was 1:30 pm, so I don't blame her.
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