There was a monster, looking like my dad. We couldn't stop him. He was moving slowly, killing everything on his way. He wa wearing pants that were dropping, that slowed him down – it gave us time to attack.
Then I was wearing those pants, proud to figure out a system of zipping them up so they don't drop. My parents watched TV.
Then I went to see my old time fried. We laughed over a video where people had bananas in their pants.