I’m in some sort of art school entrance exam where we have to recreate a piece of art that we’re only allowed to look at for 10 seconds. Mine was a little sculpture thingy made out of blobs of blue and brown clay. In the middle of it, a janitor comes over and I suddenly feel the urge to poop. I see a toilet and I use it, but when I finish the toilet turns into a trash can and I feel embarrassed and confused. Luckily the trash can had a flush on it and I flush, so at least now I have some way of justifying why I pooped in a trash can. Another examiner comes around and asks if I’ve forgotten what my original sculpture looks like, and I say “Yes” because lost track while pooping. He shows me the sculpture again and it turns out to be a bus made out of clay. I get really frustrated because now I have to start over again.
Eventually I give up on the exam thinking I’ll never get in any ways and I start seeing a film on the sculptures we had to recreate. Turns out a long time ago there was a group of competitive runner that were all friends and one of them had died and the sculptures were the different memories of the surviving runners of their dead friend. They rode in a bus together, hence the bus. And the friend was killed by a car accident, hence the blobs of clay. The film then cuts to a movie trailer looking scene with all the surviving runners, and they’re all old now. One of them was a creepy old Asian guy, one of them was a black guy that looked like Danny Glover and had a prosthetic penis, and the last guy that I saw before waking up was a black midget to whom the Danny Glover look-alike takes his prosthetic penis and throws it to him.
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