Apparently my sundown diatribe didn't influence my subconscious at all, because all I remember dreaming, in sequence, was myself watching M. Night Shayamalan's first film, which was a short made in 1997 called "Wall-V" (like Wall-E, but in the future).
It was a two-sequence short film, each sequence lasting about five minutes. The first part centered around two dolphins, hand-animated, old school Disney-style. They are good friends, both males, though they are different species. One of the dolphins is of such a species that he is bilingual and so while the non-bilingual dolphin stays near the ocean bottom, the bilingual dolphin often surfaces to chat with the surface dolphins and fish, which angers the dolphin who can only speak one language. This is cleared during exposition.
The main event in this five-minute short is the dolphins discovery of a newly-wrecked automobile in a large opening in an otherwise empty sea. The car is a blocky blue station wagon, and the top has been torn open. There is no one in the car, though the dolphins decide that what they are seeing must have been a murder. The one-language dolphin noses around a bit and opens the passenger-side glove compartment, and with his mouth he pulls out bags of marijuana and cocaine, which float up above him. He does not know what these baggies are, and when he turns around to ask his friend, the friend has disappeared. When the dolphin turns around again, the car is gone, having been replaced by a fifty-foot tall metallic-red Wall-V robot, looking like a monochrome Iron Giant. He takes the one-language dolphin in his giant robot hand and tosses the helpless dolphin to the side, into a small sea cave, where he thrashes around a bit before regaining his equilibrium. From above, the poly-lingual dolphin laments to another dolphin friend of the same species that this is always happening to his stupid friend, and that he can do nothing to help it. These words are incomprehensible to us, and appear with subtitles. The one-language dolphin looks up at the motionless Wall-V robot with fear and confusion.
Title screen. Simple white, Times New Roman: "PART II"
Interior. Live-action. A one-room Brooklyn apartment. Night.
This short consisted entirely of a white man, a middle school teacher, about 25 years old, being awoken in the night by different students--each time, a different student tapping him on his shoulder or his leg, and he always rolls over to see a student in various states of proper dress (some in suits, some in pajamas). One girl in her pajamas, for example, wants to watch his television, and asks if he would like to watch a movie with her. Another student in army boots asks if he may steal the teacher's bike, much to his confusion. A couple in the class asks if they may have sex in his bed. Another student, later, warns the teacher that a fellow student is going to come to steal his bike, but the bike has already been stolen. He sleeps so heavily in between these interviews that he does not ever hear them come in or leave.
In the morning he wakes up to find his student in the pajamas asleep on a comfy chair in front of the television, which is one of the old ones with the bunny-ears antennae. He asks her what movie she watched. She says "Wall-V" and hands him the DVD box.
"You watched it too," she says, and then, quite confused, asks: "Don't you remember?"
He looks down at the box and shakes his head.
"No, I don't," he says tentatively." But when he looks up from the box, the girl is gone and the television has been turned off again.
Ha. You will note that this film could not actually be made by M. Night Shayamalan because he does not make a guest appearance. And also because someone actually saw it.