i pick up jen lin and we go out to dinner. we choose Chevy's, where there is a live jazz band playing. all of the members of the band are african-american, except for one small asian male in the back playing bass guitar. i recognize him - it's steve choi, from my old church. he sees me, i see him and we give each other the nod. as i tell jen that i know the bass player, the waiter comes and serves us our chicken and steak fajitas. we slowly lose ourselves in the music and just watch until we are interrupted by the waiter, a mexican man with a high voice and goatee - who we suspect is gay. at the restaurant, i see peter choi and some other people also at the restaurant. the band is done playing and the bill comes. since i haven't seen jen in the longest time, i insist on paying and pull out my credit card. the waiter hastily takes it back, and it's then i realize that i just gave him a credit card that i cancelled years ago. why i am still carrying it, it's still a mystery. i run back to the waiter who is trying to run my mastercard, and tell him i gave him the wrong one. "hmph!" he says and takes my debit card.

we leave the Chevy's and head back to her place. for some reason, it's on trumbull ct, and it looks nothing like the house she lives in now (trumbull court is also where steve yuen lives off of). we go to her place and start talking and she mentions how tired she is, and that she should go to bed because she has to wake up early the next morning. she works at a hospital. peter choi and some other guys are also at her house, and while jen falls asleep in the study, the rest of us are just talking till morning. jen's mother comes down stairs and yells at jen,

"what are you doing?! you didn't go to bed?! you have work in 30 minutes!"
"i was sleeping here!"
"that's not a place to sleep!"

us guys look at each other and know we're in a heap of trouble. jen's mother comes to us in the living room and starts yelling. we get up immediately and leave. as we leave her house and head to our cars, peter needs to go pee and does it on the side of her house.
"what are you doing?!"
"i need to pee."
"we don't pee outside like that in my town! this ain't berkeley..."
"whatever."
he proceeds to do so anyway, finishes up, and we get in our cars and leave. for some reason, i'm carrying large and heavy containers that i throw in the back seat of my subaru outback. it's dawn and the sun has still not risen yet. i pull out of her driveway, also known as trumbull court, and start driving.
i make a right onto the main road where either my car breaks down, or my coworker's car breaks down. somehow, i end up in my coworker paige's car. after driving a few seconds, a cop pulls us over because paige isn't driving straight. he suspects we are either doing drugs or DUI, which neither is the case. the cop, a dark man with a mustache, flashes his flashlight, "so what you guys doing? coke? pot?" his flashlight searches the car, asking us to move our legs and open the glove compartment.
"we're not doing anything officer," i reply, "we're just... fine."
"riiight. what you guys really doing there?"
"nothing. i don't know why we're swerving, but we're completely clean."
after a few moments, the cop decides to just let us go.
"hold on for a sec, i'll be right back."
as he goes back to the car to write something up, a firetruck comes screeching behinds us and crashes on it's side. it slides into the brick walls lining the street and then explodes. the cop is probably dead, but i am not sure. paige runs out of the car to check out the scene while i just sit and watch from the passenger seat. all of a sudden, peter choi, dan choi, and another asian male comes into the car. an old yellow buick, i believe.
"let's go! let's go!"
"i can't! this isn't my car!"
"c'mon, let's just go anyways!"
paige gets into the car again, looks at the guys with a blank stare, then drives. even though we're driving straight, we drive past trumbull court again.

abruptly, i find myself on a track with someone shooting at me. i jump and hide behind a glass window, and the bullets destory the window, but dont' hit me. the metal panes save my life. paige is standing there yelling,
"c'mon! c'mon! let's go!"
the shootings stop and i look at the track. i don't have the energy to run. my legs refuse to.

i find myself back in the car, driving past trumbull court. i receive a call on my cell phone:
"we found the bombs! we found the bombs!!"

i find myself at a staircase with my team of bomb defusing experts. they find c4 planted along the entire staircase to destroy the entire building. the bombs are slowly being defused one-by-one. at the back of my mind, i'm saying "these can go off at any second... but i must try to save lives."
i climb to the top of the stairs where there is a guy and girl team trying to get the last two or three bombs defused. the guy finishes his and moves to the last one while the girl is still trying to defuse hers.
"i got it! i figured out the detonation code! they're going to play martin luther king's "i have a dream" speech over the PDA, and when his pitch goes high enough, the bombs will detonate."
the guy starts saying "i haaaaaaaaaave a dreaaaaam"
the girl chuckles and starts playing along, "i haaaaaave a dreeeeeaaaaaam"
their pitches start climbing, and obviously, the bombs are not completely deactivated.
i scream "what are you doing!?!? these bombs are gonna go off really soon, and you're trying to detonate them!!!!????"
they ignore me. time is ticking, and their pitches go higher. i pull out my shotgun and point it at them.
"AS YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER, I ORDER YOU TO STOP AND DEFUSE THESE BOMBS! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
we all know that i'm not their superior officer.
"you're not my superior, i don't have to stop. but sheesh, chill out."
they work on it, and as the girl gets the last one, a loud bell goes off. there are white sparks within the bombs, but nothing happens. everyone sighs a breath of relief and cheers. it wasn't the high pitch of the martin luther king speech, it was the high pitch of the bell that was to detonate the c4. the bell is a school bell, and school is over. elementary schoolkids come rushing out of the hallways and into the staircase. why we never evacuated the school, i do not know, but there must have been some legit reason.
i receive a message on the radio, "we found the bomber! we found the bomber! she's hiding in the playground!"

i find myself at the track. i look to my left, and i see the actual track, and wonder what i'm standing on. it's the long jump track. i start to run, but my right leg gives out, and i never make it. i just limp - it's because i forgot how to run and i'm really out of shape.

all of a sudden, i'm at the schoolhouse staircase again. i run down the stairs and look at the playground. i look under the slide/jungle gym/swing set, and see a pair of feet behind it, trying to hide from us. it's the bomber. i radio my location, pull out my gun out, and rush towards the location. as i reach the spot where the bomber is hiding, cops come from all directions and pull out their guns and yell at the top of their lungs "freeze! put your hands up!"
i round the corner and see who all the cops are pointing their guns at. the bomber is the same blonde haired woman who was trying to shoot me earlier. she just smirks. i wake up.