So, there I was on an airplane. We were going to Australia. Everything seemed normal until we were held hostage. I of course came to the rescue with my remote control machine gun. I blasted the kneecaps off of our assailants and thwarted the attempts to kill us. Just after we diffused the bombs that had been attached to the cockpit doors we saw that we were falling to the ground. Thank God for auto-pilot. We managed to land on some major highway.



These crazy dreams have got to stop.