I dreamt I was at my old elementary school, where some sort of Michael Jackson fan convention was happening. I step out for a while but when I step back in, there are hundreds....maybe thousands....of people sitting on the floor completely tranquil. They can talk, but seem physically unable to move, or at the very least have no desire to. It's like they have all been tranquilized, or programmed to not go anywhere. I realize that something is very wrong and literally run out of there. In what seems like slow motion, I'm running to get away from the scene, and with my phone in my hand I attempt to dial 9-1-1. As I leave, however, I notice one of the hosts (who is dressed in a Best Buy-like uniform; blue shirt/khaki pants) very casually walks out behind me and goes into a car....pulling out one of those super soakers that can hit a moving target from very far away. Just before he squirts me, I put 2 fingers together and it freezes time (like the girl from that old TV show Out of this World.) With that, I'm saved. The guy was unable to blast me with whatever it was that would have impeded me from getting away.
Then I wake up.
Then I wake up.
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