dream
i was somewhere on payne ave and noticed this airplane flying really low. and i’m talking like, house level low. it was a southwest airplane, and it was gliding on the air drafts much like hawks do. i figured something must be wrong for it to be flying like that, but i thought it was weird that it hadn’t just crashed. i didn’t know airplanes could glide like that. eventually it did a weird double loop, and then hit the ground – upside down, wheels in the air. for whatever reason there weren’t many spectators around, and it didn’t seem like anyone was in the airplane. i figured i’d take advantage of the opportunity and ran home to get my camera to be the first to photograph the crash. i took a few pictures, and then for whatever reason that was it. suddenly i was really traumatized by the crash, and was crying and i was supposed to go to work but a psychiatrist who went to the scene to help people deal with the tragedy told me he’d call work and tell them i couldn’t come in cuz i witnessed the crash, and to make up the time, i’d go to work with my dad the following day. then it was apparently a holiday, and this house i was at on the same street as the crash was my grandmas. i called my best friend angela (wtf do i dream about her so much?) and she said something about having talked to saddam’s goons about the crash, or having watched them on tv taking responsibility for the crash. so i said well yeah, i got to see it, since it crashed on the street my grandmas house was on. and i was almost crying every time i told someone that i witnessed the crash.
haven’t had a stress airplane crash dream in a long time. wonder the reason for it now…
then i found this hahahah: real life snakes on a plane
i swear to god my landlord cuts the grass every day.