With a team of people, using fighter jets to attack the titanic. I tell a black guy in the ship I need fuel for 5 jets. The room is cluttered, full of wooden crates, pipes, metal junk, etc. Nothing further remembered.
This started off with me at a friends house. It wasn't a house I recognized so, I don't exactly know which friend. A bunch of us were just doing random stuff outside. But, then we decided to open the garage door, inside this garage was a bunch of planes, his dad was some sort of pilot I guess. We were all in awe of how many planes there were. Then my friends dad came home and he was really angry at us for looking at his most prized possesions, thus swearing at us until he was red in the face. Here's the weird part, I was just sitting on the front porch and his dad was randomly landing planes in the backyard, but that's not all, a red dot appeared on the ground infront of me, I backed away and a fighter jet managed to hover in that area. The jet turned towards me and its guns came out of there hiding. I was about to be shot at by a fighter jet! I ran around the side of the house and into the backyard, along with one other friend. We wanted to go inside through the glass door, however it would not budge. We saw the fighter jet round the corner and point its guns at us and I screamed at Mr. Gibbers (Friends dad) to help us. He came over and asked what was wrong, I pointed at the fighter jet that was no longer there. Shortly after the dream ended.
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