This one's my favorite.

So, I was in my house and a few of my classmates were too. We were eating breakfast. My band teacher was there, uhhhhh. For the sake of his safety i'll just call him Mr. Tenor (makes sense if you know him.) I pulled this girl's braids through the back of the counter and into the dishwasher. I was putting dishes in the dishwasher and shut the door to start it, well it wouldn't shut and water started coming out of the ceiling. Mr. Tenor pulled out a Sharpie and started drawing on the ceiling. The ceiling was instantly patched up and Mr. Tenor started blasting saxophone rock music (don't think that's a thing) on our TV somehow. Then everyone disappeared and the music stopped. This old lady that I've never seen in my entire life came in and started teaching me a lesson in my Pre-Algebra book about a story about her. She read from a script. Then it ended and I woke up.