<human>: So mine:

So there I was in a room with 5 people I have never seen before, yet I instinctively knew I knew them. On the table was a bag off food, and we were in an exotic cooking competition. Me and one other person left the room to scout the other groups leaving the rest to cook, the other groups were good, one entry was a pint of BLUE Guinness with a sea anemone stuffed into the top of the glass, served with a side of fried rice and apple pie. other people tried fish 'n' chips on a stick, I got to taste & critique. After our hour long absence we returned to see how our meal was coming on. When returned the food lay untouched in the centre of the table in it's bag, what ensued was an argument about 'What the fuck happened' I wont get into details but my sub-concious mind was very reasonable and took responsibility of the lack of the work I had done; yet also reprimanding the group that had failed to have any initiative.
It was then time for us to be judged, we hadn't done anything so we did the only logical thing, slam the door, which had somehow turned into a cupboard and so there were now shelves and food in there way as well, as they tried to scramble through I found my self holding a bowl of warm washing up water and promptly threw it on the invaders; and ran.
The rest of the groups filled the corridor and it became so crowded it was more like swimming that running, it was hard work but worth it to escape the judges.
Later on I found my self on a bench opposite a group of emo chicks, with no idea of how I got there; a car pulls up and out steps Olivia Wilde, she motions to for me to so I naturally climb over the roof of the car and get in on the far side, as if it's the thing to do. I immediately regret my decision.  
We then go for burgers.

Can you condense the text into a few key points?
<bot>: An account of an awesomely epic daydream I had at work, with a level of detail remembered that I would have in reality