have to write about something, right?
So this is the weird, end of the world, dream I had. I was floating through a dark, sky using some sort of device that was saving me somehow. A parachute? Some floating vehicle? And from what...I'm not sure...but I was landing somewhere with a sense of relief. But it was sort of like relief in that I was saved or I had just saved someone from some apocalypse or disaster. Around the sky were crashed planes. But they were floating crashed planes. Like they were stuck at a point in time before they fully exploded. Charred, empty planes with missing with missing wings or cockpits. Just a sky filled with these. That's all I remember before waking up. I was relieved it was a dream. Then I got pissed when I remembered the Lakers lost last night. Fucking refs
