"For someone who hates flying, like myself, I found this dream strangely therapeutic. Just sitting there, on the plane, calm." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

I realized, when I sat down on the plane, how little time I truly had to prepare for the trip. I was wearing the clothes from the party the night before, and I had no luggage or necessities with me. I couldn't quite figure out where this plane was going, but it was beautiful. It was the largest plane I'd ever seen. The window was so huge. The nervous feeling I usually felt while flying slowly faded away into the spacious rooms with comfortable couches and big screen TV's. I sat down in one of the rooms on the airplane next to a beautiful short Asian girl. The huge couch we were in was such a nice change from the usual cramped seats in a regular airplane.

"I completely forgot about this trip until about fifteen minutes ago." I said to her. She looked at me, questioning the statement with her expression. I had been at the airport waiting to board for about an hour. 

"Well, fifteen minutes before I left for the airport, I remembered. So I didn't have a chance to pack anything."

"Nothing?" she asked. She was so beautiful.

The plane started to take off. The runway was simply a small winding road.

We ended up moving to another part of the plane, where she was sitting in front of me, and I was running my fingers through her hair. Suddenly, two guys appeared. Although they seemed real, I somehow knew they were a hologram. Like a television in the future.

At this point I started realizing that I was no longer in my own time. The Asian girl started talking with the guys about one thing or another and left me alone on the comfortable couch. I looked out the window. It was raining.

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