I dreamt that Robert de Niro was trying to kill me and half my LJ friends, and we all dressed up like bikers and fairy princesses (not both at the same time... some of us were bikers, some were fairy princesses..) and ran to a warehouse, where we listened to MP3s until de Niro showed up, at which point we filled a gigantic cube with wax and cement and threw him in there, and lit him on fire just for good measure.
But as the end credits rolled (and they did), we all kinda figured he'd come back for us, because those kinds of stories always spawn sequels. Nevertheless, we decided to go to the grocery store to buy some grapes, milk, coffee and cookies, and celebrate.
Short, but most assuredly odd. I wonder if Robert de Niro would be offended.