An Odd Dream
So I had this odd dream last night:
I was on an airplane that crashed, but I lived. It was somewhere in Central America and I was flying American Airlines. I’m not sure why I remember that. Anyways we crash and then another plane crashes right after us, but it isn’t a plane, it is an RV (kind of like the flying RV in the movie Spaceballs). So all sorts of vehicles are dropping and I’m wondering why I’m alive. Strange enough, nobody made a very big deal about it and I was thinking “I just survived a plane crash! Isn’t that sort of a big deal? Come on people!” But nope, nobody cared so I got on another plane, this one flew over the Statue of Liberty (OK, here is where things get REAL WEIRD) and on top of the Statue of Liberty a Russian helicopter has crash landed on the crown. There are Russians stranded on top of the statue. Clearly it means I need to leave the airplane (can’t explain how this happened) and go help them. So here I am on the top of the Statue of Liberty and I am helping the Russians get inside the statue through some portal in the top of the crown, but there are these fat Russian women who are drunk and I can’t get them to move and one keeps falling backward and I have to catch her or she is falling off the Statue of Liberty. Finally I get them to the portal and this guy is there (like a tour guide) and he is telling us we can’t get down. So I start yelling at him about how the statue could call over at any moment.
That’s when I woke up. Yep. I’m not even sure what that could mean, but between the plane crash and the Russians, and the Statue of Liberty I think I might have a good spy novel out of this one.
I’m glad I didn’t talk in my sleep or flail around. “Get in the Statue of Liberty now!” Can you imagine hearing someone yell that in their sleep?