File It Under "D" for Donut
As far as I can tell, the entire dream was part of a movie about the company Reebok called "Don't 'Bok With Us". It starred Kenneth Braughnah as the CEO. Although, in this movie, Reebok didn't make shoes, but instead became famous for being the first to make desks for right-handed people. The right-handed desks were my idea. One really creepy thing about it was the fact that Braughnah didn't actually appear in the movie. Instead, a body double wore a mask of his likeness, while his actual mouth reading the lines was superimposed onto it. (It looked kinda like those Conan bits where he interviews the pictures of celebrities.) Even creepier, he seemed to only be able to speak in English after he put a big metal mouthpiece in. Otherwise, he spoke French.
At one point in the movie/dream, I was in some random girl's room. I was rolling a ciggarette with play-doh instead of rolling papers. Her father barged in and demanded a drag of my play-doh ciggarette. I advised him against it, but he grabbed it and smoked it anyway. He then ran out of the room gagging. When I followed him out into the kitchen, he was hosing off a tire, saying, "That kid's onto something."
To escape this craziness, I decided to go on a field trip to a carnival. I was in a bad mood, so I ended up killing random people by shooting them with yellow balls of light from my graphing calculator. No one noticed until the trip was over and the teacher tried to take a headcount on the bus. Fearing being discovered, I tried to use my calculator to blow up the bus. However, I couldn't figure out the correct coefficient to do so, so everyone else was spared.
I go back to the girl's house, where her mother explains to me (in a flashback) that the girl's father has been playing mean tricks on Ray Charles. She demands I run away with her. She takes me to one of the rooms in my real life dorm, where we both get drinks. In her nervousness, the mother spills her drink. As soon as I grab a towel to clean up, the father bursts in. I wrap the towel around my knuckles and charge toward him. I wake up when I kick the wall in real life and my toe really hurts.
At one point in the movie/dream, I was in some random girl's room. I was rolling a ciggarette with play-doh instead of rolling papers. Her father barged in and demanded a drag of my play-doh ciggarette. I advised him against it, but he grabbed it and smoked it anyway. He then ran out of the room gagging. When I followed him out into the kitchen, he was hosing off a tire, saying, "That kid's onto something."
To escape this craziness, I decided to go on a field trip to a carnival. I was in a bad mood, so I ended up killing random people by shooting them with yellow balls of light from my graphing calculator. No one noticed until the trip was over and the teacher tried to take a headcount on the bus. Fearing being discovered, I tried to use my calculator to blow up the bus. However, I couldn't figure out the correct coefficient to do so, so everyone else was spared.
I go back to the girl's house, where her mother explains to me (in a flashback) that the girl's father has been playing mean tricks on Ray Charles. She demands I run away with her. She takes me to one of the rooms in my real life dorm, where we both get drinks. In her nervousness, the mother spills her drink. As soon as I grab a towel to clean up, the father bursts in. I wrap the towel around my knuckles and charge toward him. I wake up when I kick the wall in real life and my toe really hurts.