My school is having a scavenger hunt. You must FaceTime your friends to brag when you have found each object. You also do this scavenger hunt with first grade partners. I'm currently face timing my friend, Jill to tell her I found the hot pink one direction stilettos. As I shout at the screen about how much better I am, I hear an announcement over the loudspeaker. It says,"Attention school. This is to announce that class 18 has one. The rest of you suck. Class 18, please report to your train station."
I cheer because class 18 is my own class. My first grade buddy hugs me before saying,"I must now return to my planet. Fare thee well, Morien." (That's my name in elvish, she said my actual name.)
My first grade buddy did one of those Star Trek hand things- you know the one, right?

And was absorbed in a blue beam of light. I questioned none of this and ran to the train station and joined my friends. We were told to board the train, and a stewardess asked us to remove our shoes and pants.
"There's no way I'm doing that!" I shouted. However, every other student complied. Before we knew it, we had arrived.
Exiting, the train, we took in out surroundings. Suddenly, a psychotic looking man with curly brown hair and dressed completely in purple sauntered up to us.
"Hello! I am Willy Wonka, and welcome to my fashion industry!" He exclaimed,"We don't make people perfect here, but we get pretty darn close!" He gestured behind him, where my fat, bald history teacher stood. However, he was toned and had a luxurious head of silky hair. He skipped past saying,"It's true!"
My classmates exchanged looks, but shrugged it off as we were seated to eat.
Small talk was made between WW and the people surrounding him. I asked how he made people so much better, and he looked directly at my English teacher from last year, Mr. Lezee. Staring him in the eyes, WW said,"You aren't perfect enough!"
He waved his hand and Mr. Lezee gasped,"My hip is no longer artificial!" He had shattered his hip two years ago, while playing soccer in the hallway.
WW ended the meal abruptly and guided his oompah loompahs that looked strangely like monkeys through the halls.
"Alright," he said,"You can choose anything you like in either of these rooms." He said, jumping in the air and remaining suspended while doing tiny little kicks with his ballerina feet. He pointed at the doors,"Girls are in the room closest to us. Boys, my salves will show you to your rooms. He clapped his hands twice to summon his oompah loompahs. He spoke in gibberish to them, and the oompah loompahs ushered the boys away. Mitch made a call me signal to me and blew a kiss.
Then, WW turned to us and said,"Gawsh! I'm so excited! The clothes in this room are more bae than Starbuck's!!!" The way he said it made him sound like a total girly-girl, and my friends and I looked at each other like,'Bruh. What the actual heck just happened?"
Then WW opened the door to the room. It was completely pink, with round, pink chairs and pink beds with pink drapery around them. The carpet was a light pink color, and there was a pink door on the other side of the room. There was a panel next to it.
WW skipped up to it and whispered,"Watch and be amazed!"
He slapped a button on the panel and the wall slid open, revealing a huge closet. My jaw literally hit the floor.
He bent over backwards and skipped that way.
"Isn't it amaze?!" He shouted, still skipping while bending backwards across the length of the closet,"All color coded! Have fun!"
Totally forgetting that WW was most likely the weirdest person I'd ever seen, I sprinted to the yellow section. Someone stepped out from behind the dresses and cute outfits. I looked at him strangely.

"Gandalf?" I asked.
"Yes, Morien," he said,"I used to be Mr.Lezee. Then I woke up.

Yeah, that was the dream, as closely as I can recall it. I did use fake names, tho.