Last night I had a dream.
I was working on a movie. I was some kind of script consultant or something, and as far as the production of the movie went, I didn't have anything to do. We were filming in a high school gymnasium on the third floor of a building. The star of the movie was an Asian teenage girl, and she was a clone. Not in the movie, in real life. The door to the gym opened and a hundred of her fluttered in, dressed in pink leotards. They proceeded to engage in aerobics in synch while the cameras rolled. I was neither fazed nor interested in the clone army, and instead I looked out the window. The sky was overcast. I looked down to see the broken body of a young boy, face down in a puddle on the sidewalk. I was horrified and turned away, but when I looked back he was gone. Filming finished and we left, but the clones stayed in the gym, cuddled in little groups, and slept.