I’m on an airplane flying through a salmon colored sky. I look out the window and see a massive version of the black triangle Mulkurul stone from The Last Wave hovering over a futuristic city. The same markings and everything are on it. The Mulkurul stone was performing some kind of advanced skywriting, sculpting clouds into gorgeous and impossible patterns. The Mulkurul stone was also sculpting out dimensions of space and time and implanting explosions in the sky that were like ultra slow motion mushroom clouds. Everyone on the plane was in a state of panic but I felt that the Mulkurul stone was being playful. I argue with people on the plane and then wake up hours before I normally do and feel energized and fully awake, glad I don’t have to work today.