The night of November 27th, 2007

It is a police state, and some officers have a highway blocked off. Several people are standing around arguing with the cops and trying to get by. An officer asks one of them where he is going, but the man doesn't have an answer. "This is America. You don't even know where you're going!" the officer scolds. The man retorts with, "This is America. We're supposed to be free." He then retreats to his trunk with a few other people. They have decided to revolt. He opens the trunk and pulls out some rifles. As he formulates his plan, white dotted lines begin to trace out trajectories in the air. The lines, seemingly frozen in time, show expert marksmanship. They pass crowds and children, eventually pointing directly at the cops. He takes aim as time begins again. When he pulls the trigger, though, rocket-propelled grenades follow the dotted lines before exploding. Everyone is killed. ~ I am in a plane flying to Las Vegas. On the ground below I see a new theme park based around types of cereal. Each section of the park is themed after a different brand and is contained inside a giant bowl with a giant spoon. At the center of the park is the largest bowl, which contains a huge statue of the Strawberry Frosted Mini-Wheat. ~ That is all.