This is not a dream. Not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neuro-interference.
You are receiving this broadcast as a dream.
We are transmitting from the year 1-9...
Walter?
What? Have you seen Mullins?
What? No. Susan?
Who? Radiologist. Glasses.
Come on, man. I was asleep.
We can't find them. And Wyndham's left.
Couple of the others are talking about leaving. We're gonna have a meeting in the lab in half an hour.
Mullins left? I don't know.
I'm gonna go downstairs and look for him.
Well, since I'm up now.
If I don't come back, you can have my Porsche.
You are receiving this broadcast in order to alter the events you are seeing.
Our technology has not developed a transmitter strong enough...
to reach your conscious and your awareness.
What were you dreaming?
Your kingdom, Father, does not include my unconscious.
It's mine, and I may abuse it any way I wish...
without having to confess what's in it.
Something I haven't told you.
The Brotherhood of Sleep...
Anyone in close proximity...
has the same dream.
The one you had just now.
Um... Excuse me, but I...
The guardian priests had the dream for years.
What does it mean?
A premonition.
The dream evolves, unfolds.
We shall start to have it every time we go to sleep.
As if it's pushing everything else out.
Making room for itself.
Mullins?
Do you think he really just took off?
I mean, like he was actually believing this whole business?
Why is everybody looking at me that way?
'Cause you're being asshole-ish. That's very asshole-ish of you to say so.
Look, Mullins is probably off asleep someplace.
Or he's boffing the radiologist.
I hope he's getting laid. I hope they're both on their way to a nice Chinese restaurant.
How can you keep working like this?
It's... 3:30.
No wonder I'm so tired.
I keep getting these figures in the computer,
but they're not making any sense.
I stopped making sense about 15 minutes ago.
No, I mean these equations are beyond me now.
They're like another language. Mmm.
Go get some sleep. I'll wake you in half an hour.
Oh, 45 minutes? Okay.
Hey, are you okay?
No.
I know what you mean.
I just want to go home, pretend none of this is really happening.
What's that? Hmm?
Oh, it's just a bruise I got somehow.
Finally stopped hurting.
This looks like a figure of some kind.
No, I got to close my eyes. Okay.
I'll wake you. Thanks.
Hello.
I'm opening the door, if you want to stop what you're doing and put your clothes on.
Big doings in the lab tonight. There's a meeting.
Oh, give me just 15 minutes.
You want me to come back? Later.
Any luck? Can't find anybody.
I'm going up to the lab. I'll be there in a minute.
We're having a meeting in the lab.
Lisa.!
Mona Lisa!
Lisa?
This whole building is gonna have to be encased in concrete.
No way. A building this size? I say we launch the fucker into space.
I'm hearing something.
Where are the others? We think they've left.
Kelly's asleep. I didn't want to wake her up.
I'm asking you to stay.
The work that we do in the next 48 hours is critical.
How many of you have fallen asleep tonight? Please, tell me.
Come on. Please.
You dreamed... You dreamed about the front of this church.
About a dark figure coming out.
Didn't you... Didn't you feel it?
Not like a dream.
Like something else. Here.
I had the dream too.
This image of something that didn't seem to belong to my subconscious.
Almost if I was watching something prerecorded.
Tachyons? One possibility.
What's that? - It's a Greek word.
It means "swift one. "
So what is the dream? Huh? Precognition?
Previous knowledge of a future event?
A shared vision of something that is yet to occur?
Caused by that thing downstairs? Perhaps not.
Tachyon is a subatomic particle that travels faster than light.
Supposing it isn't a dream.
Supposing it's a message.
What if these dreams, premonitions, omens...
What if they're really...
visual messages sent by other human beings?
Photographs. Video signals.
From where? The future.
Anything traveling faster than the speed of light...
would appear to be going backward in time.
A future scientist calculates the exact spot...
that the Earth occupied in space in the past,
given trajectory and speed.
He then beams a tachyon signal...
at that spot,
transmitting video information backwards through time.
For us to receive as electrical impulses, neural stimulus.
Man, oh, man. For what purpose?
Could be a warning.
To show us what's going to happen.
A sort of...
remote camera view of the future,
so that we can change it.
Someone has finally shown up to tell us.
I think it's time we stood up for what we are.
I think there's something wrong with this. I'm not getting anything now.
It's gone dead.
Maybe the generator's dead. No, it looks more like the units downstairs were cut off.
Hello? Hello?
Hey, Wyndham!
Hello? Hello?
Come here. Look at this.
I've got a message for you.
And you're not going to like it.
Look at his chest.
Pray for death.
Jesus Christ!
Calder?
No, Calder! No! No!
Oh...
no.
Kelly?
Aah!
Hey. Hey, you guys!
They got the back doors blocked away there.
What the hell's happening here?
The back doors are locked!
You okay? Check the windows?
What's going on here?
We can't get out.!
- It's in here! Don't come in here!
Go, go, go!
Lock the door!
Come on! Get over here!
The sun's coming up.
Normally, I love being dominated by women.
Lisa, I'm sorry about what I said before.
You don't look Asian at all.
Shit.
I thought I heard Walter.
Walter? Walter!
What the fuck do you want? Where are you?
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
Hey. Can you dig through and get me out of here?
I don't know. The wall's pretty thick. Are you all right?
Well, that's a relative thing right now, but yeah.
Wait a second.
They're just standing there outside.
Not trying to get in. They've stopped attacking for some reason.
Walter, where are you, exactly?
I'm in this closet.
I think we can get through with this.
It's gonna take a while.
Walter, we're gonna try and dig through.
How long will it take? A couple ofhours.
Oh, great. I'll tell you what. I'll hang out here anyway.
Well, get ready to pull me back.
Come on, Brian. Come here. Come on, Brian.
Come on! Let's go! Now!
Come on.! Come up here. Come on, man. Hurry up.!
Come on.! Come on, Brian.
Come on.!
Come on.
You guys seen any movies you like?
All right.
AJewish mother goes to the airport to meet her daughter.
The daughter steps off the plane with an eight-foot-tall Zulu warrior...
with a bone through his nose.
The mother screams, "You fool!
I said a rich doctor!"
Not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neuro-interference.
You are receiving this broadcast as a dream.
We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9...
We can try the hallway after it gets dark.
If I can make my way up front, I could break some windows, call for help.
No one out there can help us.
The other morning you said that you had something to tell me.
And you probably...
think that none of that matters now.
But you're wrong.
It's the only thing that does.
Worker ants, driven to a higher purpose,
unknown to the individual.
Street people...
our colleagues, all controlled.
Demonic possession? Of a kind.
Not what we would expect, though. Never that.
Why would he need us?
The book says his purpose is to bring the Father...
back from the dark side, wherever that is.
There could be a limit as to what he could do, you know,
as a volume of liquid.
He controls simple organisms easily.
But maybe he needs something more complex to complete a life cycle,
a host in which to live.
Hello? Hello?
- Walter? - It's Kelly. She's changing again.
The swelling's gone down, as if the liquid was absorbed into her system.
I can see tissue changes on her face.
Also, I think her bone structure is changing.
Maybe this is the only way he could actualize his power.
A parasite growing into its host.
This could be some kind of gestation period.
I know I'd seen it before.
Kelly had a mark. It was a bruise, almost like a figure.
I saw it in a history book... the astrologer's staff,
used in ritual magic in the middle ages.
The mark was on her? Yes.
As if she were chosen.
- Walter! - What?
Keep watching her closely. Anything that you see, tell us.!
I have to go to the bathroom.
God... and Father...
of our Lord...
Jesus Christ.
I appeal to your...
holy name,
humbly begging that You...
will grant us help...
against this...
unclean...
spirit.
Thou...
tormenteth these creatures...
of hell.
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Look down...
upon these, Thy servants,
caught in the coils of...
Where are You?
Christ,
where are You?
Holy shit!
Get me the hell out ofhere.! Help me.! Help me get out ofhere.!
They're gonna kill me! I don't want to die!
Help me! Help!
Help me.!
Behind the door. Behind the door! You can't, Brian!
Oh, God! Help!
Help me! Oh.
Hey!
Aah!
Come on!
It's not working!
Father!
I could.
Unclean spirit.
Father.
Come to freedom!
No!
We stopped it.
We stopped it here.
Through the grace of God,
I stopped it.
The future conjured up by the...
that vile serpent...
will not happen now.
The smaller parts could not live...
without the strength of the whole.
They had to die, to fade away,
as the whole was thrown back and repelled.
We're safe,
but he's waiting on the other side.
She died for us.
This is not a dream. Not a dream.
We are using your brain's electrical system as a receiver.
We are unable to transmit through conscious neuro-interference.
You are receiving this broadcast as a dream.
We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9-9.
You are receiving this broadcast in order to alter the events you are seeing.
Our technology is known to those with transmitters strong enough...
to reach your conscious state of awareness.
But this is not a dream.
You are seeing what is actually occurring...
for the purpose of causality violation.