No we didn't smash, I ain't gay, sorry. We were at a prestigious engagement of intellectuals, sorry again it was all dudes bc u know, chicks can't be intellectuals. But I was giving a keynote presentation on Shrek lore with bits of Frozen thrown in, the highest level of intellectual discourse I'm sure you'll agree. I wore a guilded shirt and tie with a snazzy high class but tasteful coat and... sweatpants without shoes.
When I finished there was a round of applause. The event was held in a specially prepared quad with gently rolling hills of grass and cement pathways surrounded by tall trees. It was a warm sunny morning where the dew hadn't quite burned off the grass yet.
The most interesting part of the dream was you, mr. Anon, you wore a white coat with tails, a button up gold threaded vest, white slacks with golden combat boots and a small oscilloscope monitor where your head was supposed to be with a corrugated tube running out the back into the middle of your back. Yes, you were a heavenly dressed scrap yard cyborg without a face. The monitor was green with a 70's pho-wood box and badly faded plastic bezel. You spoke like a Mass Effect Geth. I suppose your brain was AI.
You asked me something pedestrian about Shreck that I adeptly answered then something like what the significance was of the part in Frozen where princess Elsa says, "ooOOoo".
