I had a craaazy fucking dream last night.
I had a dream that every time I went to Houston and got on a boatplane, another boatplane crashed into it. I was seven in Houston and a small boatplane crashed into this cruiseliner I was on. Then I went back as a teenager, got in a boat plane, and another boat plane crashed into it. I'm not sure just what kind of vessel I was in when I crashed. It seems like a very large seaplane, because its kind of like I'm in a large enclosed boat with the intention of flying somewhere, so I guess its a seaplane. So forget cruiseliner, its just a very large seaplane. So then Sarah and I go back and its present time in the dream. I have gotten over my fear of seaplanes crashing into us, even though I shouldn't be afraid because no one is ever hurt when it happens, it just bums out the whole day. So Sarah and I are in this seaplane, and the rest of my family is a large cruiseship at the dock. I know there isn't actually any water in Houston, but hey its a dream. I see out my window and then it happens, this tiny little seaplane comes crashing into us. It knocks off part of the roof and just sits there, lodged in the wreckage. But no one is hurt and we're still floating there, incredulous at this point. I honestly can't go to Houston without getting hit by a seaplane. Then I see another seaplane hit the cruiseship my family is on. It also gets lodged in and sticks out of the ship, but I don't guess anyone was hurt. Then another, much bigger, seaplane comes flying at us and knocks the smaller one right off, and this new bigger seaplane crashes into us and get stuck. So at this point I am so shocked at the chances of this and go off on this rant about how I would just like to, just once, come to Houston and NOT GET HIT BY A SEAPLANE. So since our wrecked seaplane can no longer carry us to our destination everybody in our plane and on the cruiseship must get on this other cruiseship, which while also being very large is meant to fly, so I guess its like the biggest seaplane ever. There are lots of kids on this plane with Sarah and I. Well not so much kids as maybe a year or two younger than us, but they are all going on a trip together, and they are wearing matching T-shirts and they have leaders and stuff like that. Like their first organized Europe trip or a mission trip. I'm not sure where Sarah and I were going, but we were definitely not with them. Then I get up to go the bathroom and I see Mitch and Ian Spence of all people. I haven't seen Ian Spence in forever, I don't know why he was there, but they were also wearing matching T-shirts and apparently they were the leaders of this group of kids. I didn't say much to Ian but I said Hey to Mitch and brought him over to our seats with me cause he has wanted to meet Sarah, and can't because she never comes over to his house. Its kinda weird how waking concepts can integrate themselves into dreams. I don't know what the seaplanes in Houston thing was all about, but Mitch really does want to meet Sarah. Weird isn't it.