I was standing on my porch. There were some anonymous people around and we were trying to fill a giant hole in my front yard with garbage. Two energetic dogs were running about, getting in the way. Things went on in this manner for a time when, without warning, the neighborhood grew dark. Everyone on my block seemed to sense something sinister and retreated into their houses. I was no longer myself, but a little boy standing on my porch and simultaneously a person watching a movie (the little boy was a person from the movie). There was an older man and another boy on the porch, my father and brother. My father climbed hurriedly onto the roof of the house and pulled my brother up after him. We were trying to hide from whatever was coming. I was halfway up when I saw someone or something sinister scurry up the street perpendicular to mine. I sensed that something even worse was coming after it, and held very still. A few seconds later a dark figure--that may or may not have been played by Nicolas Cage in my dreammovie--started up the street. He had nearly passed and I thought I was safe, when he turned around and looked right into me. He was angry, booming. YOU KNEW I WAS COMING AND YOU COULD HAVE STAYED INDOORS BUT YOU DIDN'T. I AM GOD AND YOU ARE GOING TO DIE! He stood there doing something that looked like the concentrated gathering of all his power. He stopped in the middle of this process, though, saying that on second thought, I shouldn't be the only pithy little human lucky enough to die. He hit me with half the juice to teach me some sort of great lesson. I was knocked over.

In the next scene, I was no longer the little boy but a person at the movies. The little boy had grown up into something strange after the incident with Nick-Cage-God during his childhood. He sat on the side of a hill on some kind of vision quest in this scene, but for some reason the filmmakers had done this part in claymation that looked terrible, and that was all I could think about.

Cut to two women in a cave sitting by a fire. The feeling is that this cave is somewhere deep inside the Earth, somewhere and sometime primordial. The two women are actually two piles of sticks, but when the fire casts a shadow against the cave's wall two human-like figures can be seen. They are very old, and it is understood that these two women are god. They are laughing and talking about how Nicholas Cage in the movie thinks he is god. Things are unchanging.

A series of doors open somewhere in Los Angeles. On the other side is a posse of arty Hollywood types. They stand outside god's cave, talking. They are going to go inside and ask if they can use god's sticks for their post-modern art project.