I'm walking on a bulkhead along a calm sea. It's chilly out and I see an extraordinary amount of garbage floating under the surface - the water is foul and cold. I fall in up to my thighs. The nearest building is a hospital in the distance - I walk towards it intending to get warm.
As I pass by bleachers, a news news crew breaks away from interviewing my mom and dad to interview me, making it sound like I'm seriously injured and it's a news story. They get my dad's name wrong as they explain they're going to interview his son. I don't want them to interview me - the first thing I say is, "I don't even know who Charles is." 'Charles' is the incorrect name they called my dad. They go back to interviewing my dad saying, "He said he doesn't even know you, your response?" My dad starts saying how I was a bad kid all along and it doesn't surprise him.
Stagehands and makeup artists are preparing me to appear on what seems to be a live entertainment show. There is choreographed dancing and I'm to follow the host through two spirals of dancers and I intentionally screw it up. This part of the dream loops a few times.
I'm on the bleachers, climbing up precarious stairs. I fall a great distance, but am not hurt.
Suddenly everyone standing under the bleachers is propelled back to prehistoric times. We are the only humans on earth. There are aliens in the distance. They've launched a floating stick to our group. The stick sprays powder on some people individually - this will alter human evolution.
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