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    The 787

    by , 11-13-2016 at 06:26 PM (247 Views)
    I am walking in a subway terminal. I have a ticket to something, and I've been trying to find the ride for a while. Through a maze of tunnels I find myself in a bigger one. This massibe round tunnel with hundreds of people in it. There's a casino to my left. Where am I? This is the question. And then the answer comes to me. I am on a jet plane. A 787, 10 times bigger than any jet, equipped with restaurants and entertainment.

    I find myself no longer on the jet, but with Chris and Hannah's sister. We're boarding the plane again. I tell them about the restaurant but chris wants none of that. Turns out we have our own private room. We go in and there's a TV, some meals, and rows and rows of candy and treats. I start eating reese cups the size of an apple. We sit down to watch a movie, and at some point Rachel starts lightly caressing my lips. What? Eventually I get the message and petting ensues. Half way through the movie I go to find another room. She comes along, but soon we're lost, and a nice mexican guide tells us we're in the basement and will need to find our way back up. I split from her and go up fast. I go so far up I'm on the roof of the jet. Up here, it's like an aircraft carrier. Jets, prop planes, and choppers line the deck as well as a couple hundred guys up here on smoke breaks or just enjoying the view.

    We smash into a rain cloud, soaking the deck. It's pitch black, and the plane begins to shake. I am thrown from the deck.

    Falling.

    I land in the ocean. Luckily I am only 700 meters of shore of Toronto. The sky here is full of enthusiast biplanes doing loops and flips and they keep edging closer to dive bombing me. I grab hold of one, and take the pilot's seat. I'm flown back to the city.

    I'm with my friends there, and they are all asking me about the fall. How did I survive? I'm not so sure. One guy starts up a beat, and starts freestyling, and calls me a liar. I take one step toward him, and rattle off a 2 minute freestyle that blows his mind and all those around me. It is recorded, and uploaded to soundcloud. I hit #12 rapper for the day.

    My family and I move into the mountains. I am up there with the most incredible view for a long time. One day, some tyrants come and try to enslave the mountain people and create a class system. I am invited to be upper class, but instead I fight. A man on a horse chases me down through the fields, and I leap my horse from a cliff. It grows wings, and together we fly.


    This is the first quarter of the dream but I'm tired of typing. After this there was a long slow motion sequence where I was Quicksilver from Marvel, and I was in a gun fight with 2 bad guys who had spiderman speed reflexes, and one guy who could move at superspeed and enter the slo-mo world, but still only at about half the speed I was going. This was an insane battle, because technically I had a massive edge, but it was not a simple task to defeat them.

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