Sitting in my room. I am at the computer, when I hear a buzz at my door - and in comes a woman who I (for some reason) recognize as my landlord. I try to speak to her, but she's more concerned with letting more people into my apartment. She's visibly upset.

As the thirteenth person enters my bedroom, the landlord leaves in a hurry. I turn and face these people - who are around my age - and I do the only thing I can think of: Throw a party.

Showing the people around the place, I begin to realize that it's actually quite different now, and is evolving into a large cinema. We turn a corner, and suddenly we are in the Woburn Showcase Cinema. But instead of movie screens, there are skee ball games.

"Wow, you have skee ball in your apartment?" someone asks me.
"Uh.. yeah. I guess I do."

We all start to play, someone decides to move in to the place and I wake up.