It started with myself and a whole bunch of children by a playground. I'm teaching them to fly; we go into the darkness and try to get away from it. A helicopter came and we hit from the spotlight. We ended up getting caught and we had to line up. They begin to scratch our wrists as we waited in line. I suddenly got hugged by this guy; not sure who he was; and then they scanned my blood. (I think the guy who hugged me put his blood on me so I wouldn't get caught when they scanned my blood.) We got back to the house and the guy from before; comforts me. We go to this room and they close my wound with this sticky stuff.