run into room of old victorian style house, hold the arm of attractive female in tow.  we stumble unto the couch, while her father (ethan hawke?) and grandfather (stellan skarsgard?) were trying to explain my wormhole powers?  they are pinning important locations on a map while discussing different variables involved, while coming to the conclusion that it is possible.  grandfather and father leave the room, and thoughts of wormholes and powers drift away as those left straddle and become one with ideas of passion and desire.

Driving around on a motorcycle, back and forth on a stretch of unused highway.  End up in a gravel parking lot and meet my friend Jason, who is a motorcycle enthusiast.  We catch up, talk about old times and enter a building.  The inside looks like our old office firm.

Inside I am in charge of giving out surveys.  The process involves answering a few questions, drinking a glass of flavored water, spitting the water back into a cup which is collected.  The people who took the test were as follows:  Unknown Male (possible Jason, but not sure), Unknown Female, Naomi Watts and Viggo Mortensen.  First two surveyors were complaint, Viggo was suspect but didn’t want much trouble and didn’t see much harm after I reassured everyone that the information would not go beyond the firm that had hired me, but Naomi was very defiant and annoyed that I had brought her here, as a friend, to do a survey, which seemed shady.

The questions on the survey were in regards to an experience involving a piece of land.

Viggo ate a baked fish, and we all laughed.

brad, jeff and i are doing something.  a knock on the backdoor– we check it out and people want to break in, a male and female.  we tell them that if they get in brad will bring out his guns.  they do manage to get in, so brad brings out this big old school musket, and they relent and retreat.  jeff hands me some duct tape, says “duct tape”, then leaves the room with brad.  i try to seal the door again, but the robber couple return, manage to break in after some time and take me hostage.

at some point i flashback into an earlier “memory” of the couple; we are walking a large area and everyone seems to recognize the couple and wants the female to sing.  she begins, and the whole area turns into some kind of modern type newsies musical.  the female and i consummate.