Woody Allen is filming his new movie, Zelig, yet is so neurotic and socially incompetent that he has hired me to assist him in the project. I am however a mirror image of Woody Allen, in both appearance and mentality. He is not yet a famous director and is living in a small stone brick house with an entrance that is so small you have to lie down and crawl through. During the filming process, I overhear him say that he would love to visit Paris and would film a movie there as an excuse to go. I begin to laugh as I know that in the future he admittedly directs Midnight in Paris for that reason.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am at my high school being chased by zombie creatures that resemble sinister versions of Edvard Munch's The Scream. While running, I somehow realise I am dreaming and turn to face the zombies. I power up to Super Saiyan, screaming at the top of my lungs "I'M LUCID NOW, BITCHES" And unfortunately, that's all I remember.