The terminal.

It was an empty terminal at the airport.

Not real.

I was helping to judge some sort of dance contest.

Dangerous water.

E. and I were standing side by side next to a fast moving river.

Real monsters.

We were in a cabin in the woods.

Twin sisters.

I was conducting an interview for a documentary.

Two standing.

I was counting cups.

Like sheep.

There were people as far as the eye could see.

Metamorphosis.

I was in the back seat of a truck.

Light reflections.

I was visiting a friend who lived in some sort of lighthouse.

Windy.

I was in the park with my grandfather.