Update: Epic gamer style

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I dreamed of the swarm again. It traveled up and away in elongated spirals, trillions of entities buzzing in formation, creating a blacker than black tunnel against the moonlit sky. "It'll be okay," my best friend said. "They're just making sure that it'll work the same way when they do it on camera." We were outside. The ground was covered in snow. **Were they filming a horror movie?** Suddenly I was in my room, laying on my back on the far edge of my bed, as I had been concurrently in the waking realm. Something was wrong. I moved my eyes sluggishly to the right and again I see the swarm spiralling into the night sky outside my window. Shadows of the thing consumed my world for a brief moment before moonlight peeled the blackness away from the corner of the window to the opposite end of the frame, once again revealling the full rectangle of illumination. Dread filled my heart. I heard my best friend's voice in my head.**Speilberg wanted it this way. He wanted a sound effect too.** I heard a quiet hum, an orchestra of chellos and violins playing tremolos of dissonent notes, a cocophny of sound that grew steadily in volume and pitch until the noise filled my consciousness. I watched the swarm drift out of the top of my window but my eyes followed the blackness behind my wall. I watched the projection travel up and across my cieling as I heard the sound, which was now growing exponentially louder and more encompassing, a vast spectrum of frequencies that filled my brain and my heart and my lungs. In my mind I winced and covered my ears. Then it was over.