[another one for the dream dumpster.]
I was crossing a posh lobby when a small, slick man (or possibly a fancy seal, because, dreams!!) approached. He stopped me and insisted that I could not cross the lobby, but must mambo across with him.
Even though I resisted, he was adamant and very pushy and forced me to grab his hands (flippers??) and mambo along to cross the lobby.
He was a pretty good dancer, but extremely annoying just the same.
I was cranky all the day afterward, so thanks, pushy mambo seal!!