So I was living in a residence, not unlike my own, only we had ponies.

I was doing some kind of work on the computer, before riding my pony, but it seemed to mainly involve moving around desktop icons.

Then, I got a call and I ran downstairs to my bosses, who sent me down to deal with a crisis. In my pyjamas.

I apparently worked at a big Paramount-style movie theatre as an assistant manager. It was a late show and there was something wrong with the movie, like a delay (maybe something with the power? I wasn't sure), so I oversee things had to make sure everyone got in the right line, either for a refund or for their free coffee and cinnabon.

It was all going really smoothly.

So I was standing by a railing, overseeing, when I noticed three young boys sitting on the escalators, which weren't actually escalating. So I called from across the way "Please don't sit on the escalators!" And they just shrugged and looked at me sullenly.

Then the escalators started going down, and I kept yelling at them to please stand up because they were going to get hurt from sitting on the escalators. But they didn't. When they got to the bottom, they stood up and did this little dance, to show they were fine. And everyone in the theatre was laughing, and I was still yelling at them to just please not sit the escalators, but they'd clearly won this battle, and I didn't know what to do except keep saying it.

Then I woke up.