I had this dream last night that Josh and I went to Mexico with some friends. Just on a lark, we decided to get into a van with a whole bunch of other people for a day trip. I had no idea where they were going, but Josh seemed to know. It was just him and I going with all these strangers and I worried out loud about our friends getting worried about us, and he said to just text them. Before I had a chance to, though, we were wherever we were going and had to get out of the van.
It was a big courtyard, like in an apartment complex, with buildings on three sides and a big grassy open area in the center. There were a lot of trees next to each building too, and there were like, lasers or magic or something flying through the air and I realized that this was an IRL PvP tournament. I duck behind some trees, and Josh runs inside to kick some ass. I never see him again for the rest of the dream.
I found some pencils on the ground, in a bunch of different colors, but they're all flat-ended, not sharpened. I knew right away that these are what people are shooting each other with, and I spend a couple of minutes trying to figure out how to work them if none of them are sharpened (because I guess it would have been obvious what to do with them if I could write with them??). Then I realize, oh, they aren't pencils, they're click-top pens. And I have to flick them like a wand to get the attacks to come out. Then someone from inside one of the buildings starts shooting at me, hitting the tree and I realize I better get my ass in gear. I don't know which pen is which attack, so I just pick one randomly to hold in my right hand, and the rest in my left so I can swich them out fast, and run into the nearest building.
As soon as I run into the building I'm under attack by several people. A mother, a father, and an indeterminite number of children. I'm in their home. At first I'm just attacaking with the one pen in my right hand but it's not enough so I just flick my whole left hand at them to fire all the pens at once. I take one of the kids out and feel exhilirated and start actually having fun. This goes on back and forth for a couple of minutes until the mother captures me, takes what's left of my pens (there's only 2 or 3 left by this point), and threatens me with some sort of action that I've forgotten now. I give her some long-winded and sincere speech about this being my first time at such an event, I didn't know this was her home, and I really admire what she's done with the place. She takes pity on me and lets me go, and I make some sort of crack at my own expense and my own housekeeping skills and leave.
As I'm walking away from the courtyard, I realize I don't have Josh with me and should find him. I pull out my cellphone and it won't let me call his number, because we're in Mexico. So I walk down the street as I fiddle with the phone to turn on international roaming. One of my friends finds me though, and we talk for a few minutes before I go to try and call Josh again, except, woops, my phone is gone. THAT GUY took it, and I point to a couple of guys suspiciously walking across the street. We chase after them, demanding my phone back, and I'm ready to fight them. Until one of them pulls a gun on me. I give him some more magical words and he tosses the phone back to me, but then pins me down to take my wallet. So I do what any sane dream-person would do in such a situation and take it back from him with dream-kung fun.
After that it gets really hazy but I didn't wake up for a few minutes after that.