There was a college that I really wanted to go to. I was too old, but I’d managed to con my way in, and was going to a class. The class was called NLR, and had a logo and a team like an airplane company, with a shooting star in the ‘R’. The professor knew me, and I was a TA, or mistaken for one. The class was about LLMs. I enjoyed it a lot. The class moved classrooms, and I lost track of them. I was trying to find them, and stumbled through a bunch of rooms with various different art exhibits, where students were painting and sculpting, and it was beautiful. I picked up a japanese painting brush, and the tip was still wet, but not dripping, just not fully dried. I put it in my pocket. I ran into the headmistress of the school, and we had a meeting which was like an admissions meeting, and my mom went with me, and she was on drugs for some reason. After the meeting, I tried to convince the woman that I’d be good in the school, and she called me heavy, and said I must get it from my mom’s plaque, which she got from the drugs she was on, but was very no-nonsense, and I wasn’t offended. She was walking me to the classroom where the class was, and we were walking over several treehouse structures, and it was important, but I was having fun. Then, I looked in the distance and a lot of noise was coming from a skyscraper building at a different city, and cars were being ejected from it, and sprinklers and alarms sounding, because a missile had just hit the top of the building. We both froze, but then jumped into action. She said “12 o’clock” meaning there were more headed towards us. A police car drove from the city right to nearby, and said over the loudspeaker that we were in danger. I started running, trying to get out of the treehouse section to try and find a bunker, and my eyes went to the sky, where there were many, many, thousands of missiles coming for us. It was sunset. I was pretty sure I was going to die.