I was somewhere, some building. Next to me was a dear friend of mine. To my side a long staircase gently curved up to a door. At least a dozen lovely young ladies in puffy Vicotorian dresses walked up the stairs. Their dresses where big, detailed in a rainbow of colors but for whatever reason the only color I remember seeing was army green. The girls paid no attention to me or my friend, they where more concerned with each other. They also ignored the coffee that flowed down the steps like a waterfall. The coffee stayed on the steps, never splashing off.
I watched this and commented to my friend how the girls will get their dresses all dirty, though all the dresses stay perfectly clean.