I was helping my Aunt Pam bring her suitcase down; there was a narrow staircase and a metal thing that was too small to be an elevator, but too big to be a dumbwaiter. After I got the luggage, I led Aunt Pam to the information center, which was inside a really lovely building. There were tall windows surrounded by ornate, old-fashioned, polished wood frames, and large glass cases with displays in them. It felt more like the reading room at New York Public Library (the one with the lions) than a tourist information center.
We decided, while we were there, to do some arts and crafts. I had some seasonal styrofoam creations I'd made -- a snow man, a heart. Before I could focus on finishing those, though, I decided that I needed to clean up from the previous crafter's project, so I started picking up buttons off the floor. There were dozens and dozens, maybe even hundreds, of colored buttons all over the floor, and I was contemplating keeping them to make a different project with.
I realized that Aunt Pam was no longer in the room, so I went to find her. She was standing on the street, outside the fancy info center / crafting station, asking passersby if they wanted to buy her subscription to Law Weekly. It turned out she needed some cash to get to New York, where she was going to be staying at Thing, the newest and best hotel in the city. I gave her some money, and she walked off, apparently New York-bound.
I went back into the craft room, and two women were there, actively ignoring me. They were jabbering on with each other, making a mess, undoing the neatening up that I had done, and worse, destroying my seasonal styrofoam decorations with their carelessness. I tried to confront them about it, but they were so studious in their ignoring me that I gave up and left, leaving behind my now-broken snowman.
I went down to the subway platform to head over to meet David. I kept trying to text him and phone him, but continually misdialed. The train arrived, I got on, then was suddenly at the little restaurant we were supposed to meet at.
The restaurant was tiny -- only two rooms. The vibe was pure hipster, and I felt uncomfortable. Suddenly I got a text from India, saying, "Do you see what's happening in Maine?!?!" I had no idea what she was talking about, and looked on Facebook. There were tons of posts about the star that was falling, crossing Maine. I ran outside and looked up, and there was a huge star, shooting across the sky. Huge. Like, in real life, I've never seen something so big in the sky. I only knew it was a star because I'd been told that it was, but it looked like a moon -- a rocky orb the size of a stadium -- zooming across the sky.
I called in to the hipsters in the restaurant, "Come quick! You're going to miss it!" but they didn't get outside fast enough. The star shot over my head, and I turned in time to see it crash into the bay of water below. (I was high above the bay, as though we were up on a cliff). Instantly, the water started to boil, then steam, then all the water was gone. There was a crater where the star had landed, and the rest of the bed of the bay was dry and cracked, like the Playa at Burning Man. (Or, come to think of it, like photo in my blogspot profile pic...)
