Thursday, April 15th, 2004

I’m in a house on the beach trying to reach someone on my cell phone. There’s been some sort of nuclear missile incident and I’m trying to find a way to remote detonate a missile or remote control a fighter to shoot it down.

Outside, I run into some old high school classmates and greet them. I’m very excited to see them.

Later, I see George and Beth with their three kids. I notice the kids are the same age and size as the last time I saw them. We make our way through a parking garage. George is handling the strollers and I have one of the boys in my arms.