PSYCHIATRIST (V.O.): "You're just in time. Have a seat on the couch and tell me about this recurring dream of yours."
DREAMER: "Just like in all the other dreams, I dreamed that I woke up on the floor of my apartment."
DREAMER (V.O.): I got up and took a look around. I can't explain it, but everything was off kilter somehow. And why was it so quiet? I could hear the sound of my own heart beat."
DREAMER (V.O.) : "I went downstairs to ask my landlady about it, but the house was empty."
DREAMER (V.O.): "And the streets, too. Something happened while I was asleep, but what?"
DREAMER (V.O.): "If there was an answer it had to be in the city, but getting there required crossing the bridge. I had to be careful. Giant shark attacks had been all over the news lately."
DREAMER (V.O.): "In the city the public buildings were empty. There were a few people on the street, but not many."
DREAMER (V.O.): "What was that in the sky? It looked like a zepplin, and it was searching for something."
DREAMER: "Like I said, the buildings all seemed to be deserted, but...wait a minute... I thought I saw someone in a house. Good Lord! That man just pushed a woman down the stairs! I shouted, 'Police! Police!' "
STREET KID: "Shhhh!"
DREAMER (V.O.): "Huh?"
DREAMER (V.O.): "Nearby in a plaza a train circled endlessly while a crowd watched. I ran over to tell them about the murder...to get help."
DREAMER (V.O.): I tried to speak to the train watchers but no one was interested. They just stared at me out of the sides of their eyes..."
DREAMER (V.O.): "...but one face in particular was positively malevolent. It seemed to take pleasure in my frustration. I got the feeling that it wished me evil."
DREAMER: (Gasp!)" That's when I saw that thing again! Something in me snapped."
DREAMER: "The zepplin made it's way into the distance leaving me stranded on the tower. Night was creeping in. I'd never be able to climb down in the dark, yet to stay up here was impossible."
DREAMER (V.O.): "I saw weird things up there in the heights, things I just never bothered to notice before."
DREAMER: "It was getting cold and windy. I knew I'd never last the night. Then I thought, 'Maybe I could use my jacket to glide down down to the rooftops below.' It was a one in a million chance, but what else could I do? I braced for the jump."
DREAMER (V.O.): "Holding my jacket edges firmly, I leaped into the air, but I'd calculated wrong. The wind blew the jacket off almost instantly. The ground rushed up...it was horrifying!!!"
DREAMER: "That's when I woke up. I always wake up before I hit the ground in these dreams. I don't know how I know, but I have a strong intuition that if I ever did hit the ground that I'd die for real. "
PSYCHIATRIST: "...yes sir...once and for all!"