*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
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My most recent dream

I was flying aboard a small plane, four seats across (I'm guessing it was an MD-80). I sat in the leftmost window seat, about a third of the way down. Suddenly, the pilot came over the loudspeaker "hold on!" We held on. I looked out the window and saw a red parked car. I wasn't afraid, merely surprised. We were landing on a highway or a street.

There had been some mechanical trouble. I think that it wasn't actually having trouble, but had such potential for this problem to occur that the pilot thought that landing on a highway in North Carolina was preferable to continuing the flight.

We went to another plane.

This new plane was HUGE. It was like a large, clean cafeteria. There were at least five seats across the middle aisle. I sat in the middle aisle, near the back, by two nice gentlemen. We talked about things; I don't remember what. But they seemed to have a good sense of humour.

There was another set of seats behind me, then a door of some sort. At least, I assume it was a door-- people went in the sides and weren't seen again.

I saw Larry C. Old friend of xso's (both of whom I might see tomorrow, strangely enough) who suddenly quit drinking and became born again. I gave him a big hug. He went through the door. And then I think my very first boyfriend sat behind me. We just looked at each other, nonplussed. I think he was wearing a boxing robe and gloves.

At some point, the two gentlemen next to me moved one seat over. Our particular row wasn't filling up.

I was brought some tea. Somehow, I had missed the first tea that had come around while people were boarding. A cold cup of water sat before me on a table of some sort. I drank the new one. It was very good. I sat back and relaxed.

Oh, and then I learned how to make a million dollars from selling mats on infomercials. We'll talk about that another time.

Tea's done; time to get things accomplished.
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