Date: 6/9/2016
By ribafedz
I was in my grandparent's house, and there was a major party going on outside. I looked on from the window in the 3rd floor. I grabbed some chips and walked out the door into what should have been the hallway, but actually was a set for some t.v. show. I was an actor and got chased down by some horned alien monster, who incessantly asked me for the blueprints of the rebel base. I couldn't tell him because I had chips in my mouth. eventually, with me as hostage, he got the team to go with him back in time to retrieve the blueprints, which apparently they lost in the thick tundra of the prehistory. they used flying goldfish as vehicles once they had shrunk themselves small enough. they didn't ride the fish though, they had roles strung under the fish and just dangled underneath. prehistoric times were pretty neat but before we found any blueprints I woke up.