So, we’re on this WWII style bomber plane thing. I can remember my bro, mom, and some random people I don’t know. (They say you can only dream of people you’ve seen before, whether you actively remember them or not. But if you don’t actively remember them, how do you know you’ve seen them before? lol) Some pilots, some random passengers.
Then, my bro and I went to look out the windows, and saw the propellers explode and caught on fire. The plane start to fall. We can’t make it back to the seats, to I told my brother to head against the floor. We can see the cockpit from where we are, and we can see the snowy ground getting closer and closer, and finally it’s the impact. The front part of the plane just snapped before our eyes. Then there’s a black out. When I opened my eyes, my brother’s a few meters away and we found our mom safely strapped in her seat.
Then, all I remember was, walking in the snow, and some wolf popped out and I fought it. I punched it and got bitten. Then I rewind the dream and this time, remembering what I read about a kid got saved from wolves by blasting loud metal music to scare them away. And this is what I did, and I woke up.
Epic dream of epic epicness.
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