(no subject)

I dreamed I was in a plane crash, last night.

We came down in a
city, over scaffolding; in my head it was Vancouver, but I don't think
that's where it really was. The wings were torn off on buildings and we
skidded along the road; we had a few seconds to bail out.

As we
were running away the whole thing exploded.

Afterward, we were
taken somewhere by the plane company, on a kind of monorail.

They
wouldn't let us in.