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I was witnessing, and partly involved within, a movie about a futuristic warm spacious laboratory center for studying autistic children. Everything was covered in fabrics and carpets and cushions of inviting blues and oranges. One of the employees, wearing a StarTrek-esque blue jumpsuit uniform, was walking through the main control room, which was about the size of a stadium. I followed him for a while, and at one point I saw one of the autistic children being studied. He was face down, with his head in a massive scanning machine, with his body bent so his midsection was topmost. He did not appear to be awake. I later found myself in a smaller and darker control room, with Karen. We were talking to one autistic child who was drawing in front of us. His method of drawing was nothing like I have ever seen, in children or adults. He appeared to be altering crayon strokes fluidly with his fingertips. I was eager to see if he was a savant. He initially drew vague but well-shaded shapes, and later a figure of a person with a fist to his own head. Karen asked why he drew a picture of himself striking his own head. I said that the drawing looked more like himself being thoughtful, with his hand stroking his chin, but I knew Karen was right and I was trying to avoid the disturbing truth of this child's mind.

I was watching the beginning of another movie. I saw a sea-green car that looked a bit like a Ferrari, but with wheels that were far too small, and with body fenders that were built to match these wheels. My initial reaction was that this car was designed exclusively for older military men whose eyes are small and close together. This movie, which was on the FX channel, quickly turned into what I assumed was a combination of "Jarhead" and "Donnie Darko," both starring Jake Gyllenhaal. The opening shot was of a very sick and mentally diseased man laying among some pieces of wood right at the edge of a lake. He was pale, thin, and covered with red and white infections. Someone emerged from the lake, wearing a shoddy lobster costume. This was the caretaker of the sickly man. I quickly got the impression that he was taking advantage of or abusing his patient somehow. He slipped a large metal ring onto the sick man's finger, and as it passed over a very inflamed part of his knuckle, he shrieked in pain. The lobster caretaker then slipped back into the lake and said, "Be careful getting into the boat." Later I was in an abandoned house [myself now inside the movie world]. There was minimal light inside, and the windows only displayed bright gray sky. I was hearing a narrator describe what I was seeing, and his tone of voice suggested that this was going to be a life-changing war story. I opened the top drawer of a wooden dresser and found many small compartments containing various types of small plastic toy eyes. As I began looking to the right, the narrator said, "and then theres the brown sugar," with a tone implying that brown sugar is about to be the focus of a major story arc. I felt like I had seen all of this before, on television. My vision suddenly cut to a clip of black and white archived war footage showing a line of standing men, each with a man kneeling in front of him facing away. The standing men took large daggers and, in unison, repeatedly stabbed down into the tops of the skulls of their respective kneeling men. The blunt swiftness of this organized mass execution reminded me of the Nazi holocaust.