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I went to bed just before midnight and woke a little before 6. Robot in the beach I am watching two people on a rocky/pebbly beach. One is a youth of maybe eleven or twelve. The other is probably late teens. The youth is nervous about what they are about to do, reiterating that they just CANNOT damage his mom's house. The teen reassures him that everything will be fine. The youth looks over his shoulder at his mom's house a few hundred feet away. It is built of stone, and it is four stories tall. Now the teen has started to use some heavy machinery he brought. It is a giant pincer that he is using to dig and shape the strange rocky beach. I start to see it shape what I think is the top of a head, and I wonder if they are trying to carve a statue of the youth's mom. Now my perspective changes to right outside the house. His mom has felt something odd and comes out to see what is going on. Now she is aware of slight vibrations in the ground coming from the beach. She looks at the house to see how it is holding up, and now I can see that it is made of stones anywhere from a foot diameter all the way down to pebbles and dust. There is no mortar holding it together, so the vibrations are gradually shaking out the small stuff. She sighs and starts to head down to the beach. Now I am looking at the boys again. By this time they have gotten down to the waist of the "statue" and I realize they are actually excavating an ancient robot. The work goes quickly and soon the whole robot is exposed. They are very excited, right up until it shoots a salvo of four rockets from its back towards the house. The youth gets an "uh-oh" look on his face. Paralyzed teen I am watching a group of friends, all late teens. One of them is a boy who is always been very helpful, especially when it comes to computers. Something is happened, and he is been paralyzed in both arms from the mid-forearm down. His friends are very sad for him, and a couple of them hold his hands (though he cannot feel their touch). They are outside somewhere. Now I see them in a room. He is talking about the keyboard and mouse he was able to get that he can use. It is slow and annoying, but it is better than nothing. They start talking about some rating about how much precision you need to use a given input device. His new weird mouse is rated a six. A normal good keyboard is rated a twenty, and the Apple PerfectTouch keyboard is rated a forty. Someone comments that the white Apple keyboard look a lot better than everything else.