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wide shot, camera panning down, opening of star wars (though not actually). i'm impressed with the quality for something that's more than 20 years old. and the music. some people come on, i recognize uma thurman (am surprised).

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in a room in the building opposite. interacting with a strange life form that consists of blocks shifting about and smacking into each other, sometimes morphing into each other (ala t2). it's arguing about whether it's who it really is, and that it's actually here, and that we should trust it. the larger center bit is very hot. after a minute it starts to set the table on fire, but we put it out.

a cat is wandering through, and knocks over a candle. we stop that blaze too, while it starts batting with a desk lamp on the wall. it starts to smoke as we realize the candle is again too, and that it's intentionally starting a fire. once we realize it's too late we run out into/onto the (outside) hallway and down the line of rooms. another room is on fire.

i bust into one of them. shouts from the occupants (which i can't see, they're presumably in bed). looking for a weapon. when i go out, i see someone bearing down on us from the end of the hall. jump over the railing and shimmy around the corner.

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on a beach. water is shallow, calm surf, and some guys car is floating along sideways. a small kid gets trapped underneath. jump in front and try to see if he's there, slide underneath, don't see him.. look on other side, not there, then see him behind me a bit. grab him up and pull him out of the way. he's playful. walk up the beach a bit and say hi to brad, then set him down. his big sister or something is there, they're about to leave.

i'm about to leave too, and walk over to say bye to brad real quick, but as i'm doing so realize something is sort of weird. he says something, and i realize it isn't brad, though i still recognize him. a second later i realize it's the guy from class, say hi, laugh. walk the other dir into a cafe thing, see josh and brad sitting there, say bye to guy, sit down.





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