A guy had come to town to help the people with their lives, businesses & government. He worked with some people, advised them on strategies & investments and gradually the things he suggested started to work out for people. When planning for a party, someone said that he wasn't so great, he was just from the future and knew what was going to happen. At the party we resolved to confront him about this claim. Then people started talking about wanting to know their future, like where & how they were going to die.

I went back to an old place of employment because they needed something done. I didn't know anybody there or what they did & they seemed to just 'conference'. I went to my old worktable & looked around. Somebody dropped off some materials to work on. They had chosen the wrong way to go about things. Another company, up the street had the right equipment. I went to explain it to the saleswoman, Karen but she was in the bathroom. I waited for her to emerge and when she did I saw she had shaved her head. Anyway, she told me to go ahead. I took the artwork back to my work area & proceeded to dig out the old equipment. It all came out of walls & the ceiling like some kind of inverted Transformer. Some of the newer employee were looking curious as they had never seen the equipment. Off to the side, a wall had opened up revealing a grassy field in the night. A guy walking across the field got shot down by a sniper. Then, another and then, another. Then this guy went walking out to a thick tree where stood, shielded by the tree where he started playing blues with an acoustic guitar. The sniper fired some kind of smoke bomb at the tree that emitted bright green and red smoke. Th singer ran back inside.