[YAWWWWN. Man, Mickey hasn't slept this well in ages. He's had some pretty strange dreams, though. Maybe they're like a prediction of things to come... or that he shouldn't have sugar before bedtime. Oh well. Time to get up, and get to duty. He begins rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, with one more yawn and stretch.]
Oh boy... Donald, what time is it, we gotta get to the castle before...
[And he trails off because A) this is not where he fell asleep. B) he has no idea where he is. C) he can't remember how he got wherever he is.]
... Huh?
[And that's when he notices his crewmates. A s-l-o-w look to one side... is a gigantic shiny metal thing that kind of looks like a person. Then a just as s-l-o-w look to the other... a well dressed girl with WAY too many limbs and eyeballs.
Mickey looks left. Looks right. Back and forth several times. Conclusion?]
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Oh boy... Donald, what time is it, we gotta get to the castle before...
[And he trails off because
A) this is not where he fell asleep.
B) he has no idea where he is.
C) he can't remember how he got wherever he is.]
... Huh?
[And that's when he notices his crewmates. A s-l-o-w look to one side... is a gigantic shiny metal thing that kind of looks like a person. Then a just as s-l-o-w look to the other... a well dressed girl with WAY too many limbs and eyeballs.
Mickey looks left. Looks right. Back and forth several times. Conclusion?]
This is one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had.