9-2-11

I'm at some place like a night club. A stage is surrounded by the audience while people on the stage or dancing provocatively. However, it's not like a traditional strip joint, but a show in which the host calls up people to dance and asks them weird questions about others in the audience. Those on the stage are in some type of invisible shield where they can "see" more than is revealed in our physical reality. First I'm on the stage and know things about everyone there even though I've never met them before. Then I'm in the audience and the host asked us a nonsense question. I don't understand it and neither does anyone else in the audience. In order not to look dumb, we are asked to display with our fingers our answers. I see people holding up two, three fingers and so forth. I hold up my index finger and half my middle finger. I do this to express I know what I need to do but dont' understand it.

Then the scene switches and I'm standing at a huge oven over a conveyor belt that is cooking long wide strips of chicken. The chicken comes out covered in barbeque sauce and placed in paper boat containers by a worker who explains to me and several other people standing around the oven that the chicken is baked and then broiled so it fits in the boats.

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