This morning's dream featured a flight for me for some reason or other. You know how dreams are. It was a flight on a real live jet, just me and not the rest of the family. We were flying along fine and then we suddenly weren't. There wasn't a big sense of plunging but we were suddenly low over 35W. And then cars were frantically trying to get out of our way as we came down behind another jet that had also made an emergency landing. All of this with lots of skidding and cars flying all over the place in the jet-wash. Not fun at all.
But . . . in the dream . . . it was summer . . . and I guess that makes it all ok.
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