My dad was some kind of big shot CIA/FBI guy. I didn’t see him much. Robert de Niro was my body guard who followed me around everywhere to keep me safe. There were scattered explosions, and each time he’d get on the phone to make sure dad was okay.
At one point I was driving a truck across a hilly road. I came to a point where everything turned blue. Looked like the landscape had just glitches, but apparently it was some kind of isolated flood. I had to walk the rest of the way to get where I was going.
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