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November 29
Thursday

Dream Theater

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I'm Andy Sipowicz from NYPD Blue. A guy comes out of the bathroom. I shout "hey!" because something's suspicious. He pulls a small silver gun, looks around confused, and runs. I clumsily pull my gun and start shooting at him.

The bullets tumble at him but don't hit the target. My aim is good, but their velocity is low -- i can see them slowly flying at him, then begining to tumble in the air and arc downward, bullet after bullet after bullet, pinging onto the wooden floor, as if i had only thrown a handful of coins at him.

I chase him, into the lower levels of the crumbling wooden pier-like thing that I patrol. It's seven stories tall, with gynamsium sized floors. Near the edge it's light, but the sun is setting, and in the middles of each floor, it's dark. The stairs for each floor are in the corners... so I have to run diagonally across the floors, through the dark, to get to the next staircase. The guy is getting away, I'm losing him, and so I must run through the dark middles, i can't stay on the brighter edges where I'm safe.

We get to last level, which has some people, a few civilians and a few policemen who have come because of the shots. A train track in the sand -- made of the dark, rotting, pier wood -- extends away at ground level in both directions. The perp is no longer in sight, but these cops (both in black suits and blue uniforms) all seem to be chasing someone towards the setting sun. I shout to one of the officers, "I'm going to the next station!" Meaning by car, to beat the guy there.

The next thing I know, I'm walking back from the car some time later, dejected. I haven't caught the guy. And as I start up the short staircase from the ground-level sand to the raised platform of the pier's first floor, I look into the pier's darkness (now complete) and pause, and my expression is on of fear. One of the uniforms lazily guarding the steps sees my hesitation and laughs to his fellow cops, "Ha, looks like Andy's on the hesitation list!" I look over at him, but am unable to come up with a suitably rude reply. And I wake up.

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