suddenly, there are stores. you need to buy shoes.
they are offering salad made of grass.
outside, it rains chickens. the hammer in your hand will protect you from their beaks.
Black Plane
September 7, 2009I was in a small black plane being flown by my dad. We were all going to some kind of family vacation. However, later on, the plane was flying lower and I started seeing vehicles on the streets more clearly and I was scared we might hit the buses below. Some people in nearby vans were also sort of panicking. However, we never really touched the other vehicles. I kept thinking we’ll be safe and then the next phase was that we were already in some kind of bigger plane or a ship which was the next part of our trip. There were several people I supposedly know and I felt that everyone there are quite okay to have around, and I felt so comfortable and content about everything.
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