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-Dream-

I was working, building something, but I was also five years old. I keep calling out for Web, my older brother in the dream. He comes over to help me on my project. It's a long engine thing housed in a cylinder object, a long steel casket. He adjusts a few things then closes it up and smacks me on the back. He tells me good job and then picks the thing up and turns to face television cameras. He tells them that we just built a weapon of unimaginable power. He tells the world to surrender.

That's all I remember.

I have no older siblings and none named Web.