I was living inside a person's body with a bunch of friends - however, it merely looked like we were living underground, you know: earthen passageways, sewers, dark hallways, et cetera. It wasn't like we walked down a passageway inside this person's body and we'd see blood vessels or the heart or anything like that, but in I -knew- that my friends and I were living inside a person's body, and that it was our world. Oh yeah, my friends and I had telepathic powers too.
Well, "we" (all my friends and I) were the "maintainers" of this odd world - you see, the head part of this body that we were living in was actually a big room (it was HUGE, with a vaulted ceiling - I'll call it the "head room") with all sorts of computers and cords and such, and these things needed to run properly or the body (i.e. our world) would shut down and everyone in it would die. However, as in every world, ours had criminals, and one day the idiots basically wreaked havoc in the head room; the damage was so bad that massive electrical storms began inside the head room.
Therefore as the maintainers of the world "we" went off on a journey to the head room, and soon we were standing in the one room that leads from the rest of the body to the head (I guess you could call this room the neck room). However, the only thing bridging the neck room to the head room was the tongue, oddly enough: you needed to walk across this tongue bridge to get to the head room. This was a really risky/dangerous crossing to make, because at any moment the person whose body we were inhabiting could move his tongue about, or swallow, and then the bridge would be lost and we'd be in limbo.
Luckily, everyone crossed successfully and went off to repair the damage, but I stayed behind with one guy. Our job was to open up the panels in the walls of the neck room, find wires that led to the head room, and try to manipulate these wires so as to alleviate (if not get rid of) the electrical storms and give the people inside the head room an easier, safer time while they tried to repair the damage.
Well, since we were telepathic and could manipulate stuff like electrical currents, the guy who stayed behind with me opened up a panel and closed his hand around a bunch of wires; as soon as he did that, the storms let up somewhat (we could tell this because we could see inside the head room from where we were sitting on the floor of the neck room). He loosened his hands a bit, and the storm raged again at full force and people began screaming inside the head room, so he immediately tightened his hand around the wires again.
I looked closely at the guy then, and I noticed that he was my friend's younger brother. Except he didn't look at all like he should have - instead, he looked like a cuter version of Gary Bakewell. Even so, my mind told me that he was my friend's brother.
Anyway, since my mind was telepathic too, I linked my hand into this guy's free hand, and the storms abated even more. But the tactile contact of hand on hand was extremely nice and I started getting flirty, fondling the hand I was holding. He was enjoying this immensely, so I kept at it.
While our hands were doing their thing, so to speak, we started talking about who was inside the head room. I forgot what it was that we said, but I know that he was about to say something about Shinji when I accidentally cut him off and started blabbing about something. Then, for some reason (I've forgotten what it was), I grabbed him by the torso, tilted him back so his face was right under mine, and said: "Don't worry, Shinji is safe in the White House."
We both started laughing about that in this really evil way, and then I woke up.