I was called into their situation/briefing room, and they had this huge interactive map, like a war-map, set up on a computerized 20 foot wide table-screen, which they were manipulating like a touch-screen. they were showing me the path these subliminal communications had taken from their office, through different computer relays, to my house, which was like 20 miles away, according to the geography on the map.

then i was back in college, and i was smoking a cigarette in class for some reason, and everyone was coughing and annoyed, but refused to say anything to me for some reason... like they were suppressing their desire to ask me to put out my cigarette. i suddenly *realized* this and felt bad, so i went to open a door, and Paul Bettany was standing outside the door, smoking a cigarette, and he came into the class with me... then the professor turned off the lights and we started watching an overhead-projector slide-show that was about...

and it just went ON and fucking ON... like, the dream must have lasted about 4 hours, just crammed full of random shit like this.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4051581&forum_id=2#36613653)