Vera and I are in sleeping bags, as if spending the night on the fresh green grass of a park, which has a large central courtyard and four arms extending out in opposing directions. We are on one of the arms, but just at the edge of the courtyard.

Vera wakes up just as I'm scrambling to get a camera out of a bag and get its lens set up and such. I whisper to her, pointing out this bird just feet from us, and what a good shot I can get of it. But before I can get the camera set up, the bird flies away.

At that spot, where the bird was, is a rather large bug, as if the bird was attempting to eat it before we scared it off. But on closer inspection, it isn't a bug at all, but a small airplane, a drone. It picks up and buzzes off into the sky.

Looking up, we see that the air is full of drones. This is apparently the drone-flying part of the park, this particular arm, so we pick up our sleeping bags, deciding we had better sleep somewhere else.