The scene changed to a cute shopping district, that had little cafes, wrought iron tables, flower boxes, etc. I was still in shock from the building collapsing. I walked up to an outdoor table with a group of lesbians sitting at it. One was especially masculine, with short and spikey hair, and a popped collar with rainbow pattern on the inside. She had a long, ongoing macaroni noodle (covered in cheese sauce) wrapped around her ear. I grabbed it and started sucking on it like a straw, which somehow made me be able to see her memories, which were of her cheating on her husband before she was a lesbian.
The lesbian was enraged that I sucked her noodle and found out her secret, so she took a Skittle candy off the table and threw it at a stand up mirror that I had apparently been toting around with me that I called my "fortune telling mirror". The Skittle cracked the mirror but I didn't do anything because I figured I deserved it for the noodle incident. Everything went back to normal but I noticed a large item sitting on the table next to the lesbians, it looked like a huge electric toothbrush and I was putting it all over myself because it had a massaging effect, but then I suddenly realized that she might use it for masturbation (after i put it in my mouth) and I put it down. Before I left, the lesbian inspected everyone's chests, and decided a girl named "Melissa" had the best cleavage.
We kept walking around after school collapsed and we went in an art studio building that had a tiny little loft room that you had to enter via a ladder. It was full of records and a few hipsters who were acting really cool. One boy was playing a record that had fancy shape like the border of a silhouette portrait, but it was made up of zany colors. He showed me his playlist and it just had a bunch of songs on it by a band called Panther-X.
There was something random about Lady Gaga playing a concert and both my friends Robyn and Jahna invited me to go with them, but I was all bitchy and refused to sit in the cheap seats, so I was furiously trying to text someone who could get us a suite, but my phone wouldn't let me text and I couldn't concentrate or see the screen. I got really frustrated and started punching the screen of my phone and screaming.
BONUS: Below is gibberish that I typed on my computer with my eyes closed, creating mini dream scenes in my half asleep head. I remember bits and pieces...a wide, thin, cardboard box filled with old shoes and a leg with a rolled up jean cuff and an argyle or striped sock withdrawing from it slowly, and the foot being a gnarled stump that came to a point inside the sock. While I was typing this I really thought I was typing it right. I've bolded semi-discernible parts.
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