I had this dream about going to visit my brother. I wasn't sure where he lived. My mother gave me a flight coupon and I got on the plane and was immediately followed by a family and their dog. The family wanted my seat because there was only floor room left. Then for some reason we got off and had to chase after the plane. It was taxiing to a small lawn runway about a kilometer down the street that weaved through a small forest. The street had a lane for planes and a lane for cars. We chased after it and were able to get on just in time after cutting through a gas station. I finally looked at my ticket to see where I was going, it was Calgary. Then I am Samual L Jackson and screen credits are rolling. I am in the movie, Critical Path.

This is what happens when you watch Pulp Fiction too late at night.