July 12/13, 2005

In a movie theater with my parents. It's dark, and the previews are playing. We're standing up along a bar platform, watching from there. At one point, the picture freezes for a second, on a distinctive shot (of Bruce Willis?), and my dad turns to me, because we'd seen that shot before earlier. Somebody figures out that we're in the wrong theater for our movie, so we file out in a long line. We're walking along in a group, and I'm chatting with a friend and just watching the ground. A couple of homies pass through and take up the lead. After a little while, I look up, and we're in a falling-apart underground place, like a train station. A few of the people have stopped behind us, because it's obviously not where we want to be. We continue on though for a little ways. There are a couple of vending machines on the left, and then we get to a pair of subway tracks cutting across our path. I say "homeless people!" because there are a few sleeping against the wall across on the other platform. Everyone's wondering what to do now, and a couple start to go to the right to look for a place across, so I go to the left. There's a puddle of piss beside the machines on my left as I walk along the platform. I briefly consider jumping down and going across the tracks, but I'm still looking for a better way. As I go along, I see a paved walkway down below, but it's about 30 feet down and I don't want to jump. I keep going, and the platform slopes upward. At the top, there are huge glass doors leading outside, and escalators to my right, leading down to the tracks. I head down them, and as I'm descending, others from the group are coming up, so they obviously found another way. At the bottom, I turn around and go back up. When I go outside, I see my friend running across the street to a restaurant. I wait for some traffic to pass, and cross. I go in the restaurant, which is an Italian place, and pretty dark. My friend is nowhere to be found, but I see my parents' table with all their stuff. They're sitting with another group, and wave me over. They're all drinking wine, and I make a sign to ask for a wineglass from the waitress.