Posted on: 2014-07-09 by ThePriededWalnut

Last night I had a dream where I was in America and I must have been hitchhiking around the country because I was staying in a van with this guy and he said he needed to go his own way so we said goodbye and got drunk then I went to sleep and when I woke up I was inside a plane but the interior of it looked like a caravan and I looked out the window and it was late at night and there was a really strong wind blowing the snow diagonally, I had woken because I had heard the pilot start the plane and I was nervous as I didn't think it was a good night to be flying such a small plane all the way back to Scotland but I was too drunk/tired to go do anything about it so I clung onto the window frame and waited for him to take off. The plane started moving forward and I saw bits of it shaking and creaking in the gale then it finally got airborne and no sooner had it left the ground than it started turning over, it all happened in slow motion and as the ground rose to meet me I thought "well this isn't going to be good" but I was perfectly calm, then the plane hit the ground there was bits of plane, some of them on fire, scattered across the snow covered runway. I got up and tried to hobble away, I heard the pilot shout "f--k! there are loads of things in there" I remember he said things and I was shocked by who blase he was about the crash and was more concerned that some stuff was now ruined, he started towards the wreckage but then part of it exploded so he backed off and the two of us entered a room with a large computer monitor on one wall with a keyboard and mouse sitting on a desk near a mattress on the floor which now that I think about it was my mattress that I was asleep on and on waist high benches that skirted all the walls there was nondescript mechanical stuff. He was as drunk as I was but I wasn't angry that he crashed just relieved we weren't dead I turned to him and said "dude that was awesome we totally survived a plane crash! what a great story to tell" (I don't know why I was talking like such an asshole) then I added "I mean maybe not for you being a pilot and all" he didn't laugh which I found insulting as I thought that was a pretty good joke to make while drunk after a plane crash. I then started worrying about whether I'd broken my legs and jabbed them with my hands, feeling nothing I assumed they were fine and limped over to the computer which showed the facebook login page (I apparently can't escape social media even in my sleep) and as I tried to type on the keyboard I woke up for some reason. (not a very exciting end I know but you can't have it all) IMD