Here is how it went:
I'm riding my bike to school with a friend, and for some reason the roads are empty of cars. Instead, there are people on scooters. We decide to skip school and start riding around town, just doing... whatever.
It starts to storm, and millions of tornadoes start spawning. We freak right the hell out, and start riding, no specific destination, just riding.
We ride out behind a mall complex, and there is a what seems to be abandoned apartment complex. It has holes in the glass and everything. Also note that is only one story.
We open the doors, and are greeted by a lady behind a counter. She has a bee-hive wig, and... well, if you've seen Hunger Games, she looks like the sponsor lady for District 12. She looks at us, light a cigarette, and says "Get the f--- out."
"Okay."
So, naturally, we start exploring the place. We go through all the halls, trying the doors, and none of them open. We find stairs. Yes, stairs, and go up them. Upstairs is a single long hallway, at the near end of which is a slightly open door. We go to it.
Upon opening, it's an art fiends paradise. For a furry, at least
Pictures of anthropomorphic dragons everywhere, along with a few dogs and cats and others.
There is a pizza on the marble counters, and a jacket with a large letter "N".
I am not kidding. The smart person SHOULD know who this is by now, but let's keep moving.
We check it out, and I hop on a computer. It's got a tablet attached, and the desktop has a picture of a lovely kitten. No shortcuts except for "My Computer" and "Recycle Bin".
We hear the door creak open (it was open fully anyway. What?) And in steps a guy with a short, fuzzy beard, spiky blonde-brown hair, checkered blue and white shirt (unbuttoned), and cargo shorts.
He stares at us, and asks us "What are you doing here?"
I looked at my friend, whose face was suddenly gone, although my dream-self thought it was fear. Okay...
Then, behind us, the previously unseen balcony door opens, and in steps a guy with a black with flames button up shirt, ripped jeans, a baseball cap with a dragon on it, and shades. I'm pretty sure he was white.
He asks "Hey, little dudes. What'cha doin in my house?"
"there was a storm...." I start, but outside, it's gray. Just a little cloudy.
My friend asks "Who are you?"
He laughs. "Who are you?"
I say "Brendyn and Chris"
He smiles. "My name is Narse."
I f---ing kid you not. That's what he said.
Like all good furries, I had a fanboy moment, asking him millions of questions.
Then he shoved us out of the place and I woke up.
My first thought was "I CAN'T BELIEVE I MET NARSE IN REAL LIFE!"
And then I realized it was a dream.