Whale.
It started off in a large gymnasium where we had to play a game whereby there were a whole bunch of "resources" scattered around the room, and we had to try to compete for them with hockey sticks while skating around on inline skates. I started standing next to this girl I teach and we were both knocking food off a table with our hockey sticks and trying to horde it in separate corners of the room. Once I got a subtantial pile of (smashed up) food, I looked around and almost everyone else had finished. They had each collected for themselves a small pile of resources and then taken off their skates and gone to sit around a small table in the middle of the room. I looked at my resources and decided that food wouldn't cover all of what I needed to survive if we were actually thrown out into the wilderness, so I skated over to the other side gym and began to raid other peoples' piles. I decided that what I needed most was a light, so I stole a lantern from Colson's pile knocking over and smashing several large bottles of liquor (that was pretty much all his stockpile consisted of) in the process. Dave was cheering "Yeah, way to go!" when I smashed the stuff and stole the lantern. Once I returned the lantern to my pile, I walked over to the table, but then I thought about wanting to skate some more. Mark was there and I said "Hi" to him, but he didn't say anything.
Later, I was in a house in the living room and a bunch of my mom's old friends were there preparing for some dinner party. They had their hair tied up in African-style headwraps. I went upstairs and Mark was there again, coming out of some bedroom. I said, "Hi" and asked him if he was going to come listen to some guy (a teacher at my school) speak about something and he said that he had to go to the bathroom first. It occurred to me that it was the first time I'd heard his voice in ages. Some time later, after the meeting and whatnot, Mark and I were flying in an airplane over a large city along with a different one of my students. The airplane had two yokes and one navigator's seat. In some strange feat of engineering, both Mark and the student were able to fly the plane.
I had the feeling that we were on some sort of mission, but we were also laughing and enjoying ourselves. I said to Mark, "Whatever happened to you for all those months anyway? Why didn't any of us hear from you?" and he just shook his head and said, "Not right now," and I realised that this might not be the right thing to discuss while flying a plane. I moved over towards the student, and he was laughing and having a great ol' time flying the plane. He kept talking about how fun it was and Mark said, "This is the first vacation I've been on in years," and I felt sorry for him.
Then we flew the plane over this causeway and there were some 30 foot-tall bears smashing stuff. I said, "So I guess there still are some giant monsters left in the city limits after all," and the student nodded and as we continued to fly we saw a whole bunch more humongous animals smashing things, including big whales with legs and arms. I had the impression that our mission was somehow involved in fighting the monsters, but we didn't bomb them or anything, we just flew around and looked at them. We flew past the city to this area with a bunch of burned up, broken skeletons of buildings. It was the site of the ranch (or maybe farm) where we had been earlier and the monsters had demolished it. I wondered if our airplane hangar was still intact and why all our systems and everything were still working if the base was demolished.
Later, I was in a house in the living room and a bunch of my mom's old friends were there preparing for some dinner party. They had their hair tied up in African-style headwraps. I went upstairs and Mark was there again, coming out of some bedroom. I said, "Hi" and asked him if he was going to come listen to some guy (a teacher at my school) speak about something and he said that he had to go to the bathroom first. It occurred to me that it was the first time I'd heard his voice in ages. Some time later, after the meeting and whatnot, Mark and I were flying in an airplane over a large city along with a different one of my students. The airplane had two yokes and one navigator's seat. In some strange feat of engineering, both Mark and the student were able to fly the plane.
I had the feeling that we were on some sort of mission, but we were also laughing and enjoying ourselves. I said to Mark, "Whatever happened to you for all those months anyway? Why didn't any of us hear from you?" and he just shook his head and said, "Not right now," and I realised that this might not be the right thing to discuss while flying a plane. I moved over towards the student, and he was laughing and having a great ol' time flying the plane. He kept talking about how fun it was and Mark said, "This is the first vacation I've been on in years," and I felt sorry for him.
Then we flew the plane over this causeway and there were some 30 foot-tall bears smashing stuff. I said, "So I guess there still are some giant monsters left in the city limits after all," and the student nodded and as we continued to fly we saw a whole bunch more humongous animals smashing things, including big whales with legs and arms. I had the impression that our mission was somehow involved in fighting the monsters, but we didn't bomb them or anything, we just flew around and looked at them. We flew past the city to this area with a bunch of burned up, broken skeletons of buildings. It was the site of the ranch (or maybe farm) where we had been earlier and the monsters had demolished it. I wondered if our airplane hangar was still intact and why all our systems and everything were still working if the base was demolished.