I seem to be at the school I used to go to. I'm at the large playground area of it. At the beginning of the dream, there seems to be vague random things happening. It turns out L. is not my nephew, but my cousin, and also Shannon, from Lost, is his sister. There's something right after this about The Thing, the big rocky guy from the Fantastic Four, from Marvel Comics, fighting some other guy. After this, the dream seemed to stabilize and follow a set plot.

I'm still in my old school. I go up some stairs to the back area of the playground, where are some sports courts. There are dozens of children here, with teachers taking care of them. They have set up toys and a pool and all are playing and having fun. For some reason, I'm uncomfortable being around the children, so I head back to the entrance. A woman is waiting there (I may have seem her before), but I don't go to talk to her. I go back, and the upper area has changed a little. I seem to be aware that it changes whenever I move away, so I keep coming back and forth to see if it becomes more interesting to me. At some point, I get tired of it and head back down to the entrance.

Beside the entrance are Fátima Bernardes, who is a famous Brazilian TV reporter and S., a girl who works at a local hairdresser. Her hair was cut the same crazy way as IRL, but was entirely pink, rather than partially. The three of us engage in conversation, though it didn't seem of much importance. At some point, I notice how the setting sun was beautiful. It was lighting up the place and the trees with a golden-orange tone. A huge flock of birds suddenly appears, possibly swallows. They are flying beautifully and are unusually close to the ground and to us. I'm looking at the whole scene in disbelief. I look at the others, trying to show it to them, but they keep acting as if that was nothing. They boredly continue chatting.

The flock flies and turns above us over and over. I start following them with my eyes and head, and I notice that when they were close enough, I'd always hear this whooshing sound - then, time would slow down, things would blur and the orange sunlight would light them. As that happen, a flash of orange light would somehow be beautifully reflected off of them. I had no idea how such a thing could happen. I kept on looking at them do it over and over until they were gone - the sun had set. I wonder how did it happen so fast. I look up and see the moon, clearly on the dark blue night sky. It was a Waning moon, or so it seemed, considering I was perpendicular to it. I tell the others about the moon. Fátima Bernardes (was her hair longer at this point?) asks me "Wasn't your book about the moon?". "Yes," I answer "it is called [unusual-sounding-title-here]".

A man appears, followed by a woman who I don't remember speaking at any point. The man had a proud, holier-than-thou attitude I didn't like. He looked a lot like Tom Hanks, though at some point he also looked like Marco Antonio, a Brazilian voice actor/radio presenter I like. He started talking about his own book, which had this really complicated name. It sounded like Latin, though I'm not sure if it was it. I make a joke about the name being complicated, but he doesn't seem to take it very well. Some time after this, I remember being in my room, looking at my comics collection. I notice the Homunculus manga has got several new issues I haven't read yet. I notice that several of the latter issues are thinner than usual. Strange.