Back in 1926. The office and DCs were becoming persistent now - I was always greeted by the same woman standing near a desk, like I was in a loop. But it felt like the characters were developing a stronger relationship with me each time, wanting to help me succeed and wishing me luck.
I decided to go back to my original DC parachute guy, because I felt like we'd been in this thing together this long, why not try to finish it together?

We walked out of the office and flew into the sky. This time, there was a full sized, standard looking passenger plane. I phased through to the inside and sat down on a seat. From the inside, it looked more like a cruise boat.
My DC friend was still hovering outside, and I told him to phase through and join me, but he said he couldn't. So I told him to "become a figurine". He reacted as though he knew exactly what I meant, like he had a long history of being my dream sidekick and being asked to do weird stuff on our adventures, and agreed in a somewhat begrudging but friendly tone. He shrunk to the size of a figurine and I phased my hand through the window and pulled him back through. I placed him on the seat next to me, and made him grow back to a bit smaller than his normal size - I thought I'd have an easier time of making a human parachute if I could raise him above my head before jumping.
We made our way to the exit, and the pilot, a middle aged black man with an old fashioned looking pilot's hat, wished us luck. He was a different pilot than the previous dreams, but he seemed to be familiar with me and was rooting for me to succeed this time.
We stood at the open door and prepared to jump. As I was looking out, a nerdy looking DC with curly brown hair and glasses appeared in the air, somehow defying the scenery and standing on top of a hill, right next to the plane. He gave me a cryptic tip, pointing out that my method hadn't worked so far, so "why not try looking at it from a different angle?"

I instantly understood that he was actually being literal, but he wanted to disguise it as an idiom to get me to come to the idea myself rather than feeding me the answer.
I squished my parachute DC into a
П shape and held him above my head before jumping out of the plane, and this time, instead of looking straight down, I tried imagining the scene from a side-on view, kind of like I could see myself in third person as well as feeling the scene in first person. I focused on the mountains in the background behind me, to keep the scale of the scene large enough that I would have time to form my DC into a parachute without feeling like I'd reach the ground too soon. The DC didn't inflate, but he stuck out 2 fingers on each hand, forming little wing flaps, which slowed us significantly from our free fall speed. It didn't slow us as much as a real parachute would, but we glided down slowly enough and landed safely in the ocean below.
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