Nellas

I am with my girlfriend on a highway I don't recognize. It is jam packed. We take the wrong exit, so I turn around and start going the opposite way. People aren't driving cars, but walking. The highway splits, we stay right at the fork. The highway gets narrower and steeper, until it's just wide enough for one person to fit through and so steep that it's nearly vertical. We get to a point where I know we can't keep going. I look down at her and say we have to go back. I don't look forward to going back to that flood of people.

When we make our way back, we find ourselves at the end of the highway. It's like the bridge just cut off suddenly. Something lurches us forward, and hundreds of us fall into the water beneath us.

We are then lifted up onto an inflatable raft that is tugged by a speed boat. It moves faster than we can hold on, and some of us fall off.

Someone speaks through a megaphone and tells us to let go and fall into the deck below. We do so, and I'm so thankful to have solid ground beneath my feet.

In front of us, on the speed boat, is a stage. And on the stage, an old Bruce Willis with long hair has the microphone and he's leading his band. The band consists of him as the singer, Jaden Smith as a wild dancer, and Michelle Rodriguez on the side looking cool. Bruce Willis says something that's supposed to be funny, but only a few of us laugh, including one of us who had fallen into the water and was floating nearby. Bruce gives us a strange, strained smile, like he hates the icy crowd and his job.

Jaden dances around a bit as the boat tugs us to land. I talk to my girlfriend about what's happening, thinking it's nice of them to have rescued us. She says this must have been planned, that biostaticians never do anything without the data to prove that it's profitable to do so. I think that she's right and I get upset about the lack of selflessness of humanity.