Somewhere on the outskirts of a small city, I was exploring an outdoor shopping center. The place was a ghost town - deserted and devoid of people. Unsure of what I was even looking for, I came across a quaint cyber cafe that specialized in organic products. It's interior was heavily decorated with exotic plants. There was no one at the ordering counter, but there were large mugs filled with green tea. I took one and began wandering around the shop.
Most tables had green "organic" computers that were based on biological components. As I wandered around, I spotted Dakota Fanning curled up in a seat at one of the tables typing away on one of the organic computers. Intensely focused on her task, she seemed unaware that I was there.
I sat down at the end of her table. We were the only ones in the place, and I could have sat anywhere else. But NOOOO... I just HAD to chose the same table Dakota was sitting at. As I sat down, she stopped typing and she calmly looked at me with her adorably round blue eyes.
"Can I help you?" Dakota asked, seemingly a bit uncomfortable.
My silent dumbass self didn't answer, dumbfounded by Dakota. I just sat there at her table... staring at her, sipping on my green tea.
After a brief but awkward pause, Dakota went back to her typing. I continued to stare awkwardly at her, obsessed with her calm focus and curious about her coding.
Placing my elbows on the table and placing my chin on my wrists, I blurted out, "Watcha writing?"
Dakota looked even more annoyed than before, but in a calm voice, she said, "A coda to save my sister."
"Is your sister in trouble?" I asked, puzzled by her answer.
"Yes. Elle was kidnapped by Bob Dylan and I have to code a coda for a grand finale to win her freedom," Dakota said, clearly feeling simultaneously sad and stressed.
Seeing she was in the middle of something important, I felt it was best not to disrupt her focus anymore. I wanted to at least be available to her in some way as yet unbeknownst to me, so I decided to remain seated in silence at her table.
So there was Dakota coding a coda, carefully crafting a masterpiece to save her sister. Sitting in silence, she occassionally shot me a side-eye glance, and I did the same. Her side-eye glance was adorable, and I couldn't get enough of it. As she typed away, we kept returning side-eye glances to each other.
As I waited for cute Dakota to finish her coda, I noticed a few TVs mounted on a wall. I noticed a commercial on one of them that had a pair of sisters talking about their raptor repair and rose repository business. It caught my attention for a moment, but I was more focused on staring at Dakota in hopes of making her fall in love with me, much like a crackhead outside of a 7-11 making strangers uncomfortable with intense soul-piercing stares.
Dakota eventually finished her coda, saved it to a "biological network", and gathered up her things to leave. Like an overly attached lost puppy, I followed her out of the cafe, asking if there was anything I could help her with.
With obvious reluctance, Dakota said that I could help her find the "bio-drive" she stored her coda on. The data for her coda was too large to send directly to Bob Dylan, so she had to physically retrieve it and deliver it to Bob in order to liberate her sister.
We walked out of the shopping center and up into the surrounding hills. The terrain was rugged, and the hills were heavily forested with evergreen trees. We climbed up a steep hill which had a concrete data center that was seemingly being overtaken by nature, as there were trees and vines growing from it.
Dakota found an open window and we climbed inside. The structure's interior was cavelike, and there were roots and vines carpeting the walls and ceiling. As we explored the structure, we found rooms filled with computer servers that seemed to be growing from the walls. I found a hexagonal-shaped green disk drive that had a flashing purple light. I pulled it loose from the vine it was attached to.
"Is this it?" I asked.
"Yep, now we have to deliver it to Bob Dylan's cottage, which is near here." Dakota took the drive and put it in her pocket.
We exited through the window we had entered, and made our way up and down a few more hills, until we came to a rugged log cabin that sat atop a pointy grassy hill. The place looked as if it hadn't been occupied for years.
Dakota knocked on the nearly-rotten wooden door. To our surprise, Elle Fanning answered the door with a wide grin, her eyes sparkling in the evening light. She welcomed us inside, and it was evident that there was no sign of Bob Dylan anywhere.
Perturbed, Dakota asked her sister what was going on. Elle, laughing, explained that she had "punked" her by faking her own kidnapping in order to test Dakota to see if she would save her. Dakota, looking seriously annoyed, asked what the point of the coda was, and Elle said that it would be useful for their next podcast.
Dakota, clearly annoyed, threw a pillow at Elle and shouted "How does it feel!". Elle, laughing hysterically, threw a pillow back at Dakota, and the Great Fanning Pillow Fight began! In a whirlwind of flying feathers and pillows, I joined the sisters in their random shenanigan of pompous playfulness.
Then both sisters, giggling and grinning at me, targeted me and I became buried in a pile of feathers and pillows.
And then I woke up. THE END.