running around in an underground city

with a folded up damp towel, which, when folded just right, became a laser gun. two guys were chasing after me with operational laser gun towels, while mine was improperly folded and useless, and my best attempts to remember how to properly fold it were for naught, i could not return my folded damp towel laser to its normal, lethal, operational state.

i had called the two pursuers on some bit of bullshit they'd decided to pass off as fact, and they didn't much like that. they'd chased me down long escalators into the city underground, and through subway tunnels dark and long, bepuddled all the way, to a storefront, encased in glass, with a glass dutch door, the top of which was open. they'd cornered me at last.

i tried one more time to fold my towel just right, and failed. and then, as my enemies approached, smirks of victory upon their faces, their laser gun towels raised, armed and aimed at me, rememberd something, and told them:

"Hey, this is just a dream! Your weapons won't work here."

They activated their lasers, and indeed, I was correct on both counts. Their faces turned into mashed potato mounds, with carrots for noses and little beet eyes and smiley mouths made of red spaghetti. I punched them both in their faces, deforming them comically, until I woke up.