My Whacked-Out Dreamfest

SO, once I had a dream. It was nutty, but there was definitely a sense of foreboding, so I'm going to give you the long version.

I was going to the Circus with my mother, and we thought it was perfectly natural that the giant circus was run by ugly, lumpy trolls, some of which were having a clothing sale because all the girl trolls didn't fit into their ice-skating uniforms anymore. After a night of fun I went back the next day with my friends Keely, Sam, and some other person I didn't know, and we went to see the exhibit of the giant man-eating giraffe (If any of you have read Un Lun Dun, you know what I mean), which had it's own mountain as part of the exhibit. When a giant giraffe's head slowly rose up from behind the mountain, me and my friends snuck around the back to get a better look, and we found out that the giraffe head was FAKE! The troll King and Queen were so outraged that we had found their secret that they were going to make Me and Sam the next King and Queen of troll, and if we didn't stop the magic spell by midnight, we would be fated to a life of lumpy, greenish faces. We ran to Lincoln Elementary while the troll queen chased us (She now looked surprisingly like Angelica Huston and had on orange monkey like Mrs.Coulter) up the stairs and into Angela's room, where Sam jumped behind a secret door and I leaped into the firepit that conveniently appeared in the middle of the floor. Keely and the other person grabbed some huge bags of white flour as Sam jumped back out of the trap door in a scuba-suit and Keely and the person dumped the flour on our heads. We could hear Angelica Huston-Troll Queen-Mrs.Coulter scream as the whole room started spinning and then all of the sudden I was back at the sight of the circus, but the tent and the trolls and the giraffe were nowhere to be found. Then I woke up. The End.