The Prince Denson Dream.

I am in my lunch room talking to and joking around with some guys at my table, passing around a confusing joke involving German work camps(or something of that nature that involves murder) called "moories". We told the joke to our principal and he thought it was funny. When we went to the blue-tiled bathroom, we told another teacher, and he guessed the punchline and laughed. After we hung around in school, i drove me and Nick into the countryside in my brother's midnight blue Volkswagen Jetta down a large hill road then into a wet, slanted downwards, empty parking lot on the edge of a small cliff. As we ride down the slanted parking lot, we notice that Prince Denson was speedily following us on his bike, bending forward oddly to be aerodynamic. I looked out the window and saw him, and laughed at his appearance. He rode down the side of the parking lot and down and around the front of the cliff, where the a road followed. We follow, and find other aerodynamically-clothed and professionally-dressed bikers in a big parade.