A Dream:

Yeah, so it's one that bugs me and as it goes:

Me & a handful of friends are on this plane flying everywhere & it's like an AI sort of plane that flies & lands on its own.

So we're flying and landing and flying and landing over and over again--until we hit this short landing pad with a wall. The front portion of the plane where two friends & myself were at gets crushed.

Of course we don't die, but the plane does pull away & begins flying in rampaging circles & everyone screams & cries & does not know what to do. So I see a friend jump out & so I just out. & it's like the plane strikes me & keeps going & I'm watching myself dead--completely serene. Not one flaw from being hit by a crazed plane. Well it's like a double take but with a different death from jumping out of the plane at a different point. Same result.

So my friend & I who died are these soul/spirit things just walking around going from place to place discussing things that happened & wondering what happens next. We reminicise about all the things that we had & that we'll never be able to see again & so we go to see our friends & everyone else who made it one last time.

So we're sitting there laughing about it all when each individual slowly turns towards us & seems to think something's there, but they're unsure & they conclude that it's us. & it's like trying to make a wall say "hello." They kept on and on trying their best to see & hear us & so then we leave. We're sitting in this school sort of place & my friend and I are talking & I begin crying because of so many things I've got to leave & she looks & just says, "it's time to go now, no need for that." & so to compensate for my fears, my dead self imagines that where I'll be will be what I've always wanted & that I'll be able to make up all my friends & family being there.

Stupid dream. Bugs the shit out of me.