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I'm on what appears to be a movie set on the campus of NC State, although the building I am in is not a classroom or dorm. It is one with trap doors and secret hiding places. I can't tell if I am one of the good guys or just an innocent bystander. I am however, caught in a scene where the bad guys are going to blow up the building. Something goes wrong with one of the props and the scene does not reach its fiery conclusion and has to be re-done. But I have found out enough about the building and the plot of the bad guys to foil, at least temporarily, the disastrous outcome. I am able to bolt a door and keep one of the bad guys from reaching a room where he needs to get to the necessary piece to complete the bomb. I hear cursing and grumbles about having to re-do the scene but I just find my way out and start running.

The building was somewhere on west campus and I run the opposite way, towards the Bell Tower and East Campus. For some reason it's all an uphill climb and while the buildings and layout is the distinct brick patterns of NCSU, there are things that don't belong, a park that looks like part of the Emerald Necklace and something that looks like the entrance to a "T" stop. Something causes me to think of my ex-girlfriend, although I can't decide if it's the scenery or just the way the wind is blowing. The weather is unreal. It has the feeling of disaster in it, although it is nothing like the onset of a hurricane or tornado.

I finally make it to Hillsborough Street, where there are more people milling around on foot than I am used to seeing on the far eastern side of campus. There's no Bell Tower, but the thing that is really disturbing is the bunker mentality of the people. They've blocked off the street from the west, creating a 20-foot high wall of sandbags, although I swear they look like lawn fertilizer bags of some sort.

The people seem resigned to some bad fate. They walk up to the wall, mutter and walk the other way, none with either any authority or purpose. The stores seem to be open but nobody seems to be working. It's like everyone is just waiting.

An old man is by the wall when the bags collapse on him. A car, a jeep, successfully broke down the barrier, but there is an identical wall just 20 feet up the street. Everyone's aware that the man is hurt but no one seems to offer any assistance or really seem affected, like they had seen it happen too many times to care.

The jeep vanishes and I wake up.