I had left one room to enter another, which was something like a movie theater. A girl I had known and liked from High School was sitting at the end of the front row. We started talking, and when I sat down she began making out with me.
me: (stopping) "This is very unlikely, and thus just screams 'dream'. What relation does this have to the real person I knew in High School and what she is doing now?"
girl: "I always liked you, I just didn't know how to deal with you."
me: "Okay, well I'm going to leave this room and go look through that door over there to see what amazing things my subconscious has in store for me"
As I walked into the dark industrial area outside, she called after me.
girl: "Don't worry, it's not murder!"
me: (jokingly) "Oh, it's much worse than that. It's 'Murder, She Wrote'. Me and Angela Lansbury trapped together for eternity!"
Note
I was trying to be funny by alluding to Weird Al's song Stuck in a Closet with Vanna White. I'll reprint the lyrics here for those who haven't heard it, as every lyric site has blinking popups:
Doctor, every night I have the strangest dreamsDoctor, listen to me, tell me what this means
First I'm goin' shoppin' in my underwearThen all of sudden I'm floating in mid airMy lips fall off and everybody starts to stareDonuts and hot dogs are flying everywhere
Now Doctor, wait a minute, you ain't heard nothin' yetNext comes the part that I won't ever forget
Now I'm bein' followed by these Russian spiesThey give me some velcro, and an order of friesSuddenly I'm bowling on the Starship EnterpriseI fall down a hole and that's when I realize
I am stuck in a closet with Vanna WhiteI'm stuck in a closet with Vanna WhiteNight after night after night after nightAll right!
Doctor, won't you tell me, am I going insaneWas it something I ate or something wrong with my brain
See, I'm naked in church when I meet a dinosaurTry to run, but my feet have been nailed to the floorThen a midget pushes me through a revolving doorAnd I'm back in the very same place I was before
Now I'm stuck in a closet with Vanna WhiteI'm stuck in a closet with Vanna WhiteNight after night after night after night
And I can't bust out and I can't break freeAnd it's gettin' just a little too stuffy here for meAnd I can't go home and I can't get looseAnd I try to escape but it's just no useAnd I can't ever leave and I can't ever winAnd we're runnin' outta air and the walls are closin' inAnd I can't go back and I can't get throughBut Vanna since you're here, why don't you let me buy a vowel from youCome on Vanna, come on!
Doctor, all those crazy dreams have started againThat's right, I even wake up screaming now and then
See, I'm coming home from work but I forgot my addressI'm half an hour late for my algebra testThen some slimy alien jumps out of my chestAnd I'm falling and falling and I guess you know the rest
...which is pretty much how my life goes, too.
There wasn't much interesting in the new room, I had to climb down a series of ladders and it was as if I was leaving the first floor of a big office building at night. Once I got outside I ended up in a room with a computer, so I tried looking at Google News.
They had a story about a small foiled terrorist plot to do something to Niagara Falls. There was another issue about Britney Spears performing with a clown troupe. I kept trying to find something interesting like science news, but the weather kept popping up. There were some crazy set of dialogs that kept coming up notifying me about Quicktime needing an upgrade. I decided to try and visit one of my own old websites, and when I did I got a bunch of crazy messages about how it was trying to mount the "I:" drive.
More pop-ups started appearing that I at first attributed to being malware of some sort. But as I read the details I saw it was trying to help. It was showing pictures of all the places you needed to look to see if bad software had been installed on your computer. ("Is this icon in your system tray?") This diagnostic was coming from YouTube.com.