Last night I had a dream that I was at an airport. I decided that I didn't want to have a Tom Hanks "The Terminal" kind of experience, so I managed to accidentally get onto a plane with a bunch of friends. On the plane, the captain told us "This is gonna be the most metal flight ever. Fasten your seat belts... optional!" So of course, I elected to be metal and didn't fasten my seatbelt. Next thing I know, we're about to take off, but the plane keeps just cruising. Eventually we got to Highway 5 (not THE 5, thank you So Cal) and we were going 55 mph, which seemed odd for a plane.
I don't know why we were driving on Highway 5 in a plane, nor why we continued for a few hours, but eventually a tree was protruding over the highway and the left plane wing clipped it and then the left engine exploded and we... crashed...? I guess not a typical plane crash. I had a minor cut on my thumb. That was it. Then I got off the plane and realized I could tell people, "I was in a plane crash, but I'm fine." Thank you for your attention.
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