Then I somehow wound up in a hillbilly version of Disneyland, run by Nazis, trying to get to the tiger enclosure so that I could do something or other. (I had two tiger cubs in my backpack, so it was probably related to that.) Sadly, the Nazis foiled my attempt, whatever it was. Those bastards. Their leader was the German prince from the last episode of Blackadder II. It was a surreal little moment.
Then I woke up and thought something like "The bears aren't done yet!" which made no particular sense. But centaur pirates would still be cool, damnit. You could get so many peglegs, they'd KNOW you were a badass.