I'm on one of the top floors in the new World Trade Center tower: One World Trade Center.
It is daytime and I can see the city below. One part section of windows is missing. I approach, lose my balance, and fall over the edge. I quickly grab the floor, which is uneven and difficult to grasp. I keep slipping and having to readjust my grip. Someone grabs me and pulls me back to safety. I still feel that the floor is sloped in the direction of the window and I can slide out anytime.
A tour guide is explaining some of the features of the new building, which is quite beautiful. We move into another section of the floor. It appears unfinished and the tour guide explains there was not enough money to finish the project. The room is large and empty, with ugly marble floors that are wet. I feel as though I'm in a dirty public restroom.
We leave that space and find a small TV (not flat-screen, but an old fashioned tube model) suspended over narrow, carpeted steps--the setup reminds me of stadium seating at a movie theater, except that only one person can fit on each level. On screen is an old film (from the 70s or 80s) I think I recognize. The main character is played by Robert De Niro. De Niro has long black hair and looks to be about the age he was when he filmed Taxi Driver. He's with a group of guys in their early twenties. They're hanging around heckling each other. I seem to know the words and I laugh with the crowd standing around me.
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