Plane Catastrophe

I'm on a plane with my mom, Susan, and Sarah. I'm sitting in the first row, just behind the pilots, who are just sitting in front of us, not sealed in a separate compartment like it usualy would be. I believe we are traveling to visit Mary Peterson for whatever reason. We are flying rather low over a river and it looks like we are about to fly under a bridge. The pilots are comminicating with the air traffic controllers and are concerned about the weather up ahead. There are some strong winds coming up. Then the pilots are very distraught as right in front of us is a tornado. One of the pilots says this is going to bring the plane down.

The crash is a fairly smooth ordeal. The plane spins a few times in the air, but we splash down in the river rather gently. Now we need to evacuate before the plane sinks. I grab a few survival things from the overhead compartment: water, bread, a life jacket, and a book. Then we move to the nearest exit. People are just standing there at the door so I pull the latch and open the door. A woman makes a jump from the plane and lands in a tree. The height is intimidating. It's not just an easy hop to the ground. The tree isn't too far down and the woman is okay from her jump. I decide to go next. I tell Sarah to hold on to my stuff and throw it to me after I'm on the ground. I make the jump and land on a few stacks of books. I do an odd balancing thing attempting not to fall, and then I hop to the ground. Sarah tosses me the supplies.

Then something bad happens (okay, worse...the crash was pretty bad). The plane starts to rock. It has sunk to the point of hitting solid ground and now it is teetering on that spot. I get the feeling we're going to have to balance the weight in order to get people out. Then it happens. The plane violently flips over and then flips back upright. I'm horrified that my family is undergoing such trauma. I also fear that we won't be able to save them. The woman who jumped first makes an attempt to run over and stop the insanity by putting something supportive next to the plane. How this woman was going to stop a giant plane from flipping back and forth is beyond me. I yell at her to get back. The violent flipping of the plane could easily crush her. After she gets a taste of nearly getting smashed like an ant, she backs off. Futility is setting in when a fortunate event happens. The plane flips over and stays that way. It appears stable enough that we can evacuate the rest of the people. I rush over to the nose of the aircraft and open a door right next to the pilots. They are happy to see me and disembark the aircraft. Now I position myself just outside the door and begin pulling people from the downed plane. I am impressed with my good sense under pressure and take great pleasure in assisting everyone. Police cars begin to arrive at the scene.

The police are not incredibly adept at handling such a catastrophe, but they do the best they can. They work with me to evacuate the people. The plane somehow is tilted up now and the police drag the tilted plane using a crane or something so that it is adjacent to a steep hill conveniently at the same angle as the plane. The hill reminds me of the inclined railroad at Pittsburgh. That's pretty much all I remember.

The Prize

I'm driving in my car near a city. The city turns out to be New York, but it appears to be pre-9/11 because the World Trade Center is there. I take a left onto a bridge. There is construction going on and for some reason there is a heightened military presence around the bridge. I notice helicopters to the right and a submarine. The bridge also appears to be under construction. I'm driving along and wondering how the bridge will connect to a higher bridge. I'm feeling it will be impossible. It turns out the bridge doesn't connect at all, but goes down and makes a large arc. I must get distracted because I start to veer off the bridge. At this point I realize that the bridge doesn't have any guard rails. My car careens off the bridge and has a fiery explosion when it hits the base of the bridge below. Now I'm standing on the bridge near where my car flew off. I have this thought that death is like a video game. You just start again where you left off. Now I have no car, though, so I begin walking back across the bridge. On the way, I run into Catherine. We stop and have a conversation. She and I walk together to a battleship or aircraft carrier. There's a requirement that all guests put on military fatigues. I select a particularly green set and put them on. Then we walk upstairs to what appears to be a galley. Elizabeth is working in there and Catherine mentions to me that Elizabeth has won some great prize. She's going to inform her about it. She seems to think it's great that I'll be there when she hears about it. Elizabeth is wearing a grey button up sweater. Catherine walks over and pretends Elizabeth hasn't won anything. She's obviously planning to fool her sister. After I feel the facade has gone on long enough, I whisper to Elizabeth through an empty paper towel roll that she won. She's excited and not believing at the same time. It's great to see her happy. I end up hanging around for awhile and eventually decide it's time to leave. I say goodbye to Elizabeth, but she's not there anymore. I look around a little bit for her, but figure she must have had something to do. I walk out and change out of the fatigues.

So mad I could die

Over the holidays, my dreams have not been good. I am naturally a morbid person, and my thoughts tend to bend towards the horrific and dreadfully dark. I can scare the shit out of myself like know one else I know. Along with my standard hodge podge bits and pieces of bad dreams, I have had two dreams in which I was so mad, that I thought I would die. One dream, was work related. Someone was criticizing my work and calling me incompetent. Not having a formal education, this can be a real sore spot with me, and I let the person berating me, have it with both barrells. I remember thinking that if I get any madder that I would die, or that I had max'd out my anger level and that I could not possibly get any madder. My second dream, was centered around my dad. I actually woke up angry from this one. In real life, he had called me stupid over wanting to sell my car and get another one. In real life, it sucks to be called stupid, especially by someone that is suppose to love you. I cannot remember what we were arguing about in my dream, but I guess that does not matter. He has always disliked me. I am not manly enough for him. I guess that I could get so mad , that I could have a heart attack and blow myself up. I have gotten so mad that I doubled over in pain, my stomach cramped up like I had the alien in there. As much as those to anger dreams stand out, among the holiday dreaming, my holidays have been okay. The months of January through Febuary are particulary dreary months here in Georgia. Lot of weird weather, warm and cold, lots of rain and mud...lots of brown. Thank god I am not working outside anymore. These early in the year days, would leave me starving from lack of work, or miserable because I had some. I will be forty this year, and I am not happy about it. Well, I am happy to be alive, I just don't like that 4 in front. I just got use to the three. I am such a different person than I was 20 years ago...in good ways and in bad. A new year is a scary time. The path is untravelled and full of weeds and wolves and god knows whatelse lying around the corner. You could be greeted by a big set of boobs or a fucking lump on one of your balls. I guess you know which one I prefer.