Dream Journal
I was at a huge party with hundreds of people. The police showed up because of the noise and everyone filed out of the building to the front parking lot in order to listen to the police lecture. I stayed inside the building because I needed to change from the skirt I was wearing to some pants.
I picked up a small paintbrush from the hard floor and remove the protective plastic covering from the bristles. I fanned the bristles out, pushed them back on themselves, and jammed the plastic covering over them. I kept pushing until the paintbrush turned itself inside out. I repeated the process two more times so that the brush turned itself right and then inside out again.
My jeans laid on the floor; I grabbed them and saw they were inside out. I was running out of time; the police were going to wonder any moment why I stayed inside while everyone else followed them outside.
After much trouble with my jeans, I successfully pulled them on as everyone from the party filed back inside. No one was in trouble with the police, but no one felt like partying anymore. I wanted to know what the police said, but no one wanted to talk about it.