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Today has been a weird day, and it's barely 10 am.
To begin with, I dreamed that 3 freight planes were going to land at the airport, and they were flying in at very low altitude - level with the sea and bobbing up and down as the waves crested under them. Then they extended their landing gear into the sea. Two planes were instantly shredded, the third managed to land in a hangar and had sparks showering out of it in places (it also had passengers now). The sparks were slowing me on my way back to a government meeting, which I was only participating in in order to use their computers to dawdle on the internet.
Then both hubby and I woke up at almost the same time, and neither of us were able to sleep properly again. It was 5 am.
Outside, it's the kind of day where you have low, misty clouds and sound carries for miles and miles. My bus takes me past the airport. I glance towards the end of the runway and see a freight plane approaching over the sea, apparently about to land. It was 15 meters above the end of the runway when it accelerated and headed up into the clouds again. I saw it again 30 seconds later and a half mile or so higher up.
Then, for the first time in a year, I was the only one to get off the bus at my stop. Usually, they stop there whether or not someone has pushed the button. Today it halted for a moment and then started to move again. I guess I was too sluggish in getting off, but I won't be testing the theory again.
3 minutes later, a large plane took off from the airport. It must have been on the runway when I saw the freight plane not land.
In short, planes are weird.
To begin with, I dreamed that 3 freight planes were going to land at the airport, and they were flying in at very low altitude - level with the sea and bobbing up and down as the waves crested under them. Then they extended their landing gear into the sea. Two planes were instantly shredded, the third managed to land in a hangar and had sparks showering out of it in places (it also had passengers now). The sparks were slowing me on my way back to a government meeting, which I was only participating in in order to use their computers to dawdle on the internet.
Then both hubby and I woke up at almost the same time, and neither of us were able to sleep properly again. It was 5 am.
Outside, it's the kind of day where you have low, misty clouds and sound carries for miles and miles. My bus takes me past the airport. I glance towards the end of the runway and see a freight plane approaching over the sea, apparently about to land. It was 15 meters above the end of the runway when it accelerated and headed up into the clouds again. I saw it again 30 seconds later and a half mile or so higher up.
Then, for the first time in a year, I was the only one to get off the bus at my stop. Usually, they stop there whether or not someone has pushed the button. Today it halted for a moment and then started to move again. I guess I was too sluggish in getting off, but I won't be testing the theory again.
3 minutes later, a large plane took off from the airport. It must have been on the runway when I saw the freight plane not land.
In short, planes are weird.