Knocking

Me and that kid from Terminator 2 (<PERSON>), although grown up now, were in the basement of a large underground house, trying to get out. There was talk of zombies, or the dead, or something along those lines. We began bumping into other people, also trying to get out. Fortunately, one of the windows let in a sliver of sunlight, so me and <PERSON> looked out that window. What we saw is difficult to describe: we could see out of it, but it was hard to see the sky. The house seemed to be surrounded by an orb of thick, translucent goo. It was blueish, as if it was reflecting/refracting/whatever the blue sky and some sunlight. Orbiting near the inside edge of the goo orb were hundreds of dead bodies. They had escaped the house but could not escape the goo. Suddenly the window broke, and the basement began filling up with the goo. It poured through the broken window, immediately knocking poor <PERSON> down. I just stood where I was, resigned to the notion that I was about to drown, and join the circling party of death-by-goo. The room filled up quickly, and it made everything look cold and blue. I held my breath, and looked to my right. There was an overweight guy, that I remember was also a kind person, looking resigned to death as well. I reached out my hand to his and he grabbed it; I remember thinking, that at least before I died, I wanted some kind of caring, intimate contact. Very sad moment. Then a weird thing happened: I suddenly became aware that I could breathe. No sooner had I become aware of that fact, I heard a director yell, "CUT!! That is a wrap folks!" and the room was instantly drained of the goo. I looked around for a second like "What the HE-" and I woke up. Trippy