Angry Cosplay

I'm walking through a crowd with a friend who is in costume. It's a costume I helped them make and it consists mostly of paint.

They are meant to be an alien and they are sporting a deep red colour scheme, merging with brilliant white on their chest and stomach. There are a multitude of shades blended into the red on their arms, legs and back, and it is dappled with pale grey spots. Upon their head they are wearing a very elaborate 'domed' hat that is also suitably blended with their colour scheme.

Having seen my work, another friend wants the same outfit making for them only they want their colours to be cream and pale purple.

Suddenly the crowds are gone and I'm walking alone along the road. Two men are walking in the opposite direction and one of them - a short, angry fellow in a green bomber jacket - bumps into me. He becomes angry at this and starts shouting and threatening me whilst his companion tries to calm him down. I do my best to ignore him and walk through the door of the hotel I'm staying at hoping he'll take the hint and stop harassing me.

He doesn't, and as I climb the stair case he runs after me, but this hotel isn't like any other hotel in the world. There are endless doorways that lead to endless rooms and unless you know how it works, you'll be lost forever. As he runs up the stairs after me, I nip through a small doorway on my left and I chuckle to myself that if he's stupid enough to follow, he'll be wandering in here forever.

The door I took opens to my apartment in the hotel where various friends are gathered, all enjoying polite conversation. The only problem with this is that there's a queue formed for the bathroom and ignoring the conversation, I sit and fidget, waiting my turn for the bathroom.