I was heading to a museum similar to those in Berlin. However, it was located in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. An entire bus full of people were heading there as part of a class trip. Two of my best school friends were there as well, so I certainly wasn't bored. Then I started seeing ghosts. Of course, they weren't actual ghosts. They weren't even real people but fictional characters like The Doctor or Draco Malfoy. The characters all had choreographed rolls, like getting into fights or just strutting their stuff dramatically. I tried to alert the others on the bus to it, but only my two friends noticed them. I then noticed ear buds plugged into the seat, sort of like headphones on an airplane. I put them on and finally got the full intended force of the display. Adventurous music and alternating hilarious and bad-ass dialogue from the ghost stars made for quite an impressive trailer. I still don't know what it was a trailer for, perhaps just a fun mega crossover, but I'd watch it.
Then the bus driver, for no good reason whatsoever, let go of the steering wheel, got a grip on his seat back, and hefted himself into the air so that he balanced on one arm with his legs and body parallel to the ground. While doing this, the bus magically managed to get around a corner without crashing. He then retook his seat as though nothing had happened. Apparently I'd gotten on the Cirque du Soli bus.
We arrived at the museum at last and started the tour, all of which was in German. The tour guide also handed out sickles shaped like a club from a deck of cards. My friends and I waged innocent war on one another whenever the tour guide stopped talking. At some point along the tour, I had to go to the bathroom. I accidentally fell asleep on the toilet for a few seconds. At the moment that I fell asleep in the dream, I woke up in reality. I actually needed to go use the bathroom, which I did and then fell asleep again. As soon as I fell asleep in reality, I woke up in the same dream as before, realized I fell asleep in the can, and hurried off to find the rest of my tour group.
This I failed to do. Instead, I wandered off outside, where a snowstorm had picked up. I was contemplating calling for a cab to just take me home, when a man with his two young sons climbed out of a carriage complete with horses and headed to the museum for shelter. He was dressed in what I guessed was 19th century clothing. I, on the other hand, was wearing a 21st century dress. Not surprisingly, he blushed profusely when he saw my attire. (The skirt came down to my knees. The scandal!) While I smirked about his embarrassment, a woman dressed rather conservatively came out to direct him to the poetry exhibit. Then, she noticed me and smiled.
"Miss, do you need any help?"
"Oh, well I was trying to go home, but I don't know how to call a cab-"
"In this weather you won't be able to get one. Why don't you stay with us here? You could sleep in the puzzle palace."
Without many other options, I agreed and allowed her to escort me to an elaborate castle made completely of foam puzzle pieces. Thousands of pieces had yet to be placed.
"Feel free to work on it. This is our most popular youth exhibit." I was already busy exploring the enormous structure. complete with puzzle portcullis. As I wandered, the poet and the young woman consulted with each other.
"Are you sure we can do this?" The poet asked as he shewed the children I'd assumed were his into the palace.
"There won't be any problems as long as we keep them here. We'll succeed."
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