I’m in a movie theater, sitting alone, watching a film.
In the film, there is an airplane, full of people.
Richard Dryfuss, Ellen Burnstein and their small child sit in the airplane. They're arguing about the trip they're making; the small boy ignores them, playing with a Gameboy.
Cut to the plane exterior. There's some kind of short or spark or something. The airplane's engine catches fire.
Richard notices it out the window.
"Look!" he says.
They stop arguing.
The fire gets worse and the engine stalls. The airplane starts going out of control.
The oxygen masks come down, the passengers prepare for a crash.
The plane starts going in a free-fall, straight for the ocean.
Cut to the interior of an airport.
Richard, Ellen and the kid are sitting in chairs at what looks like a concourse.
The boy is still playing with the Gameboy -- Richard and Ellen are just waking up.
They both talk about the dream they just had about their airplane crashing.
Richard and Ellen continue to argue with each other about the trip for a few moments.
Then, Richard notices that something's weird in the airport.
There's strange Muzak playing in the concourse, but no announcements. No airplanes are taking off or landing, everyone is eerily quiet.
Richard talks to one of the staff, asking them why things are so strange.
The staff are calm, cool, and friendly, but almost completely emotionless. They are evasive and do not answer his questions.
Richard and Ellen make their way around the airport, trying to ask different staff members what is going on.
They tell the boy to sit down and wait for them to come back.
They argue Richard thinks something is wrong, but Ellen doesn’t.
They get no answers from the airport staff.
Richard and Ellen go back to their chairs and notice the boy is gone. They look around for him, but he is nowhere to be found. They ask passersby if they’ve seen him. No one has.
They turn around and there he is again, just popping up out of nowhere, still playing with the Gameboy.
They’re relieved and tell him to sit down.
Twice more, they argue, talk to staff and loose the boy. The third time, he doesn’t reappear.
They go to a security guard for help.
"Come with me, please," guard says.
They're led to a back room that looks like a surgery theater in a hospital. A doctor and nurse are there.
"Get on the table, please," the doctor says.
Ellen argues, but the doctor is firm and calm. She gets on the table.
"I'm afraid you'll have to go through the whole thing again," the doctor says.
Stirrups pop up on the table and Ellen is strapped into place; another nurse appears from a nearby room to calm down Richard.
Ellen's stomach begins to grow huge.
She gives birth to her son all over again.
He emerges from her vagina, fully clothed, Gameboy in hand, the same size and age he was before.
Richard and Ellen are again on the concourse, sitting in their chairs. They look at the child, then at each other. They wonder aloud if what just happened really happened.
Richard finally seems to understand.
“We’re not in an airport,” he says. “This is purgatory.”
Then I woke up.