Fever dreams

The clouds were still at war with us, so of course the lower decks were closed off; the club president had managed to schedule time in a couple of briefing rooms near Core, but half of us had never been there, so Mike and I were running around trying to find people to tell them where the showing would be. Every so often the PA would sound, playing tinny background music, and the occasional panel on the wall provided a countdown to the end of the world, putting some pressure on us to find people in time to start the showing so that it wouldn't be interrupted by the imminent eschaton.

The countdown was of course in dream-logic-time, so the end of the world never happened, but neither did the showing; somehow instead of being on board the ship we had stepped into Castle Dracula (identified as the Dawn of Sorrow version on the 'Welcome to' sign, although the geography didn't actually match), and were trying to convince the Alura Une to be relocated to the showing room so that the zombie administrators trying to get in and eat our brains wouldn't be able to.

I think her main objection was that we weren't showing any anime she liked, and she was trying to convince us to play a dorama by the name of 'School Penguin' (which apparently had nothing to do with schools or penguins); I was fine with this, but then somehow the president was there instead of Mike, and he got into an argument with her about how it was an anime showing and they didn't show other things anymore, and then she ate him and tried to assume the presidency; but under the succession by-laws of the club (which in-dream were called "rules of ascendancy" for some reason), this only entitled her to the position of treasurer, while everyone above that moved up in rank.

Then I woke up because my phone was ringing.