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I was at some sort of facility, which looked very much like a deserted shopping mall at night. I was with my dad and brother, and a guy came up to us. He was slightly overweight, middle aged, and had a moustache. He looked like a typical night watchman for the mall. Apparently this was not a mall, though. It was a kind of control room for space travel and general science, and this guy was one of the engineers. He took us to one of the workstations as though he was a tour guide. This particular area had numerous monitors and control panels, etc. It dealt with monitoring earthquakes. He showed a graph, which demonstrated that the earthquakes change in respect to the earth's position around the sun. The graph was like a sine curve, covering a span of several years. He told us that a breakthrough discovery was made, which allowed humans to dramatically slow the occurrence of earthquakes. The graph then showed what he was talking about, which was a downward dip in the earthquake activity. I asked him if this was achieved via some special vibration transmitted through earth, and he said no, that they used a special plant for this. I did not ask any further questions. There was suddenly a loud repetitive beeping sound coming from one of the monitors. He started to do something about it, but he seemed like he did not know how to stop it. [This sound was quite likely my dad's alarm clock going off in reality.] Eventually it stopped. Still acting like a tour guide, the guy had me sit at the control panel, so I may maximize my education by interacting with it. All I did was watch one of the earthquake monitors, which was constantly looping a commercial for shampoo, showing a brunette woman dramatically swinging her hair around and smiling. The guy took my dad and brother somewhere else. A large video screen across the facility to my left was displaying a surveillance video of where they were taken, which was onto the Space Shuttle. I could see out their window that they were already in orbit. Oddly, they were all standing up, unrestrained, and the guy was controlling the shuttle with a big metal wheel much like the wheel of a ship at sea. I got nervous as I watched the guy make some erratic maneuvers over a suburban neighborhood at night. Their altitude was so low that I was able to see houses, out their window, entirely through this surveillance monitor. The guy made a sharp leftward motion, and the view out their window became blindingly white. I did not know if they were looking at the sun, or if that was some sort of atmospheric plasma residue. My brother said something along the lines of, "It's like you were instructed to do that, but you didn't want to."