A very strange dream
I dreamed my wife and I were on a plane flying home from Ireland and it was not going well.
It was a smaller plane that normal and the flight was very rough. For some reason I was up in the cockpit with the pilots as they were struggling to reach the airport.
There was some sort of storm going on, the plane was shaking back and forth and they did not seem optimistic about making it.
Finally, they acknowledged they weren’t going to make it and that they would try and land in the river where it was softer than the ground they were over.
"Don’t you mean the harbor?" I asked.
"There’s no harbor in Atlanta," they said.
"We’re flying Shannon to Boston."
"We diverted to Atlanta because of the storm."
This confused me as it is 800 miles farther to Atlanta, but then we hit the river and I had other things to worry about.
The river turned out to be very shallow and there was no problem walking to the shore from the plane.
It had been dark when we hit the water, but was getting light by the time we waded on shore. There was a line of trees, a narrow road and then a hill with a fence on the other side. Most of us went and sat along the fence.
As my wife and I sat there waiting for someone to come and get us, I saw my brother wade ashore carrying my mother under one arm. She was very limp.
"Hi Frank," he said as he walked past me. "She’s dead. She died before the crash. She had a heart attack due to the excitement."
He tossed her body down against the fence quite hard and sat down next to it.
"That’s not the way to treat your mother," she said.
"I don’t think she’s really dead," I said.
He got up and looked at her.
"You’re right, she was only passed out."
"You should call for some help for her."
"No, now she’s really dead," he said, and sat back down.
We were then picked up in a van and driven to the Atlanta airport and put in what looked like a school class room, but were told was the Delta lounge.
There were only 4 of us in the room. Me, my wife, my brother and one other person from the flight.
We were each given a soda and a bag of pretzels.
I took out my phone and called the airline to try and figure out how we were going to get home and what to do with my mother’s body.
They were very unhelpful.
"We got you home, now you have to make it the rest of the way yourself."
"You took me 800 miles past my home, crashed the plane and lost my luggage," I told them. "Plus you need to get my mother home as she is dead and can’t do it herself."
"We got you to the right country," they said. "That’s all we’re responsible for doing."
As I argued with them, someone in the airline uniform came in and handed me a piece of paper. It was a bill for $650.
"Is this for transporting my mother’s body?" I asked.
"No, it’s the bar tab," they said.
I looked at it again and it only said "expenses" and "$650".
"How is four cans of soda and four bags of pretzels $650?" I asked.
"You’ll have to call customer service to get a breakdown of your bill."
Dream ends
So, it’s about 4 in the morning and I decided I had to write this down now before I forget. And, I’ve already forgotten a lot of it. There was much more in the plane and with customer service at the end. But, it’s already fading away.