the fact that we are phijkchu is no longer in the dream but bopit is still there for some reason. we are talking about electricity and how you need to have the circuit protection on when you unplug a certain thing, which causes bopit to realize that everybody took off their hats, meaning he fucked up and the protection isn't working. in response, the leader or chad of the group, who is just some random guy by this point, makes everybody start making something that is protection or something. he pours some white liquid into a box which he then pours into a huge box that gets solidified. for some reason every time in the process something gets poured into a box, people go into the box and close the lid, and try to stay in the box for as long as possible. me and some other guy think that this is dumb and risky but if we don't do it we'll be pussies so we have to. in the last step there is a huge box and everybody gets in it. everybody jumps out before the liquid covers them up and kills them, and in celebration everyone runs around the backyard happily and they're taking pictures with each other and shit. around that time helicopters are seen in the distance, which causes somebody to mention how russia is fucked. now everybody is speaking in a southern accent. inspired by the helicopters I lay down flat like a board and manage to start flying through the backyard, which is apparently normal. then I realize I can't move and start screaming then wake up.
