I'm in a large crowd of people on a subway, and I'm wearing an elaborate zombie costume. Everyone else is wearing a costume, too -- it's a costume contest. We pour out of the subway car and flood the corridors of the station. We're supposedly parading our costumes so that we can be judged, but we're running way too fast and there's too many people for assessment to even be possible. We run up flights of stairs and escalators, down long hallways, and crowd into elevators. As I run, I occasionally try to do a stilted zombie gait, but I lose a lot of speed when I do that.
Eventually, the crowd peters out, and I end up running into an elevator with only one other person -- someone wearing a mean rhino mask with a mafia-esque suit and tie. I decide to pretend to be a real zombie, so I start attacking him clumsily, as a zombie would. He runs out of the elevator and down some stairs. I pursue him, and we come to another elevator. He enters, but blocks me from entering, and the doors close. I run down the stairs and meet him when he comes out, but he runs away and I do not pursue.
The chase has led me to the mall. It's large and fancy. My friend Mark shows up, and we start to run through the mall. I discover that if I give myself a burst of running speed, I can slide on my toes. Sort of like rollerblading. I repeatedly run and slide, and I build up a lot of speed that way. Soon I'm zooming through the mall, avoiding chairs, signs, and potted plants.
When I reach the end of the mall (a large plywood wall), I can't slow down and I slam into it at a high rate of speed. I'm okay, though. In a nearby store, there's a talk show taking place, and Lady Gaga is the guest. The host is wearing a "costume" (fake beard and sunglasses). Lady Gaga is taking about Shakespeare.
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