Okay, I'll start!
I was in a small regional jet with only a few seats, so some of us had to sit on the open floor. There was no barrier between the cockpit and the passenger cabin. So we take off, and naturally those of us not in seats tumble around. But the plane struggles to get off the ground and skims about five feet above the field at the end of the runway. As we approach some trees, the pilot yanks back on the control stick and we go vertical, but the plane can’t maintain it, so to avoid the trees, the pilot turns and we drop back down to just above the ground, where we level off. This goes on for awhile with multiple obstacles as the pilot tries to work us back to the runway. It was kind of like being on a skateboard half-pipe, going up, turning around, and coming back down, only to do it all over again. Finally we end up over a narrow street that ends up in some woods. The pilot lands the plane on the street before we get to the trees, but is unable to stop the plane before we enter the woods. Our wings start slipping trees and mounds of dirt along the sides of the road. Plus, some cars are headed for us, but we seem to come to a halt just before hitting them.
We all get out of the plane and grab our bags. The pilots grab the emergency kits, which are nothing but crackers and soda cans. A few of us walk a couple of hundred meters deeper into the woods and find an elevator. So we take the elevator down, the only choice, and it opens up into a large amusement area surrounding subway tracks. We play some games and a large group of thugs come after me. I get back to the elevator, but they enter it as well before the door can close. It turns out they were football players, so I said, “Hey, let’s play some football!” They scoffed at me and looked me up and down, one of them finally saying, “You couldn’t handle it!” I replied, “I come from a football family. My Dad’s cousin played college and professional football before becoming a college and then professional assistant, ultimately ending up as a head coach briefly in the NFL and the rest of his career as a head coach college. Plus, my Mom’s uncle also played in college and was a college assistant and head coach, ultimately ending his career as a long-time professional assistant coach. Do you know who Howard Schnellenberger is?” They all go, “Of course! You’re related to him?” I said, “Yep!” So we went and played some pick-up football for awhile.
Finally, I head back to the plane where everyone’s stuff is lined up along the side of the road. A couple of the passengers were throwing a ball back-and-forth and one of them fell onto my luggage as he dove to catch the ball, crushing it. I was super pissed off, because my luggage had vintage Star Wars toys I had acquired on my trip and they were in the original boxes. Then we get told we will have to stay here with the plane until tomorrow, when the rescue crew can get to us. Then everybody could fly out tomorrow on a different plane. Since I was going for a one day meeting, this effectively cancelled my trip.
Then I woke up!
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