| A few people, including myself, were gathered in a small room in what appeared to be a football field. There were no crowds there as far as I could tell. There were scientists and other professional people bustling around. I peered around a corner and asked them as a group, "Where is he?" One man in a white lab coat answered as he pointed to his and my left, "In there." I walked around a white partition to see a large glass jar sitting on a gray slate shelf-like apparatus. Inside this jar was a miniature of a street with street lamps and shops, even the yellow stripes on the street. All of this was under water, however.
Abruptly, out from behind the large jar, stepped a tiny man, only in shorts, but stepping into a small diving suit. He was putting on various other equipment when I asked, "Do you need anything else?" He said that he didn't. The scientists and others then came into the room and began bustling about there. One of the men asked the little diver if he would like to float at the top of the water without his helmet. The little man just put his hands on his hips and asked if the man was crazy, and of course he wanted his helmet. They then carefully put on the diving helmet and dropped him in the water.
He communicated various things that he saw by typing on a very small hand-held computer and the doctors and scientists communicated back by a computer of their own. When in the jar, he looked like a toy that let the water currents move its light limbs around. He was dancing and kicking up his legs, and we observed that it was very cute.
Suddenly, the message came to get him out of there, NOW! The jar was emptied onto the turf of the football field and out came the man, only now he was full-sized. He couldn't move his arms or legs, only toss his head from side to side. Doctors crowded around him now and I heard him say that it was a shark and he was only in shock.
The doctors left him alone and I was about to go and ask if there was anything I could do when another doctor came to peer over him. The diver then thrashed his arms around and tossed his head frantically from side to side saying, "Get him AWAY from me! Get him away!" When I went to ask the doctor to leave, I looked at his face. I saw he had a mustache painted on like the old villains did in silent movies. I then recognized the face and sheepish grin of Billy Crystal!
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