State of emergency, how beautiful to be...
Just a little update, the other night I had a dream where me and my classmates from my Senior year art class from highschool were putting on a performance of 2 songs in the school auditorium. You're never gunna believe the songs we were prepping for...some country song ballad and "Shoop" by Salt'n'Peppa. Yes, that's right, SHOOP. We were all
( Read more... )
Anyway. Oh. My. God.
I had a fucking awesome dream last night. Probably because I slept for 24 hours. So as the dream opens, in Florida in a city near the shore, I'm actually in the middle of shootout. My side wins, which is good because that means I live, and then everything is evidently resolved, and we have a celebration for the wives of the two men who died fighting for our side. Tasha and Kaya are their names, and the person who announces everything says how brave they are, but all I can think is that they didn't really do shit but get married to guys who can't avoid getting shot, but whatever. So after the celebration, my aunt and uncle appear, and it's time to board the plane to another place. I'm sitting in the back, very exhausted, and my uncle is piloting. My aunt starts blathering about how she's worried about little trick spy planes interfering with our trip. We all shrug her off because she's usually overzealous in the what-if department when I'm around. But lo and behold, a little into the flight, spy planes start to fuck with us, and my uncle can't outpilot them, so he flies low and hides the plane under some large trees to hatch a new plan. This greasy darkhaired guy with a thick Spanish accent who was riding as a passenger gets up and tells my uncle to get the fuck out of the pilot's seat, hops in, and takes us back up in the air. He's a badass pilot and is dodging well. Two passengers on the plane start having the sex, and one of them is making eye contact with me, but I'm like whatever, I'm not jumping in on that while my aunt and uncle are here. The spy planes get frisky again and the guy takes the plane back down, unveils a gunner seat on the very front of the plane, and after I volunteer to man that, we go back up. So we're flying crazy and I'm shooting down spy planes until the pilot takes one dip too low (dip it low, Aaron.) and one wing gets caught up on some giant powerlines, which we manage to get away from without snapping, but the plane's motion is thrown off and we're suddenly spinning out and down towards the sea. I take out the rest of the spy planes in the downward spiral, and the plane hits the water. I grab a breathe before getting submerged and start to work myself out of the plane. My left foot is caught on some kind of safety belt but I get free and end up floating to the surface just before I had to let go of my breath one way or the other. I swim to shore which suddenly turns into the back porch of my parents house. My aunt and uncle are inside explaining themselves to my parents, because they feel responsible for getting me into a big old plane crash. I walk in, and everyone realizes I'm alive, but I don't have time to talk, I need a shower. So I go upstairs to get one.
End dream!
I don't know how many people get to shoot handguns, spy planes, and then survive a plane crash in THEIR dreams, but I'm sure I'm better than they are.
Reply
Leave a comment