I'm in an enormous pool with a bunch of other people, and we have to swim around and collect objects that are floating in it. Mostly, I just see forks and knives, suspended a foot or two below the surface. April swims by and gives me some tips -- she's collected significantly more silverware than I have.
Suddenly, some guy, and authority figure of some sort, walks over to the edge of the pool near where I am and yells at me about something (I can't remember what). I get out of the pool, and the guy walks away.
My friend Sarah (from grade school) comes by and is irate at the guy for yelling at me. To get him back, she dives into the pool (wearing a long dress that looks like it's made from a comforter), swims across it to where he is, climbs out, and gives him a big hug, soaking wet. Then she runs, and he begins to chase her. She runs to a door that looks like a fire exit, and pushes it open. It is suddenly revealed that the door leads to a live TV broadcast of a late night talk show. Sarah runs out onto the set, and the mean guy doesn't follow, because he doesn't want to be on TV.
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