The Dream Cycle, 2008.2
Remote-Control Jets That I Don't Fly Very Well
I was at work yet work was in my old neighborhood in Fallston, MD. There were four jets - F-14s, I think - parked out in front of the building. I was talking to Brian and Rob about why those jets were out there when I suddenly realized I was holding one of the fancy remote-controls with all sorts of knobs, switches, and levers.
I began to mess with the remote control and the ignition started on the planes. I realized that the remote would control the planes. So I promptly kicked up their speed from where they were parked and flew them in a wide arc above the neighborhood and then promptly crashed them. The crashes sounds like bassy explosions of thunder.
After crashing them I started freaking out, grabbed Rob by the shirt, and started screaming, "Were there pilots in there? Were there?" Rob responded that there were pilots in those planes, so I freaked out worse and went running out of the building into a wooded swamp. I stayed in the swamp because I knew that the authorities would be after me for wrecking four jets and killing four pilots.
Strange, no?
I was at work yet work was in my old neighborhood in Fallston, MD. There were four jets - F-14s, I think - parked out in front of the building. I was talking to Brian and Rob about why those jets were out there when I suddenly realized I was holding one of the fancy remote-controls with all sorts of knobs, switches, and levers.
I began to mess with the remote control and the ignition started on the planes. I realized that the remote would control the planes. So I promptly kicked up their speed from where they were parked and flew them in a wide arc above the neighborhood and then promptly crashed them. The crashes sounds like bassy explosions of thunder.
After crashing them I started freaking out, grabbed Rob by the shirt, and started screaming, "Were there pilots in there? Were there?" Rob responded that there were pilots in those planes, so I freaked out worse and went running out of the building into a wooded swamp. I stayed in the swamp because I knew that the authorities would be after me for wrecking four jets and killing four pilots.
Strange, no?
by Ink and Stone at 8:34 AM
4 Comments:
Turn yourself in Ryk!! It's the only way!!
Seriously, it's time to lay off the acid, man.
No acid! That is me au-natural!
Check this site out Ink.
http://astrocenter.astrology.msn.com/msn/DreamDictionary.aspx?Af=-1000>1=10756
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