Dreams

Friday, August 25th, 2023

The dream was basically the movie Air Force One with Harrison Ford, but I replaced him and I wasn't the president.

I also had knowledge of the movie, so I pretty much knew what was going to happen before it happened.

The whole staff was sitting in the conference room in the plane when the door suddenly slammed open and several men that had been disguised as staff members of the plane burst in with handguns and Uzis. They pointed them at all of us and started screaming in Russian accents, telling us all to get down and put our hands up.

Immediately this colored woman started yelling back at them and stood up, waving at them and taking their attention away from the rest of us.

I was able to slip out of the room and wedge myself between the walls that separated the cabin from the rest of the plane.

I watched as they interrogated the woman but she revealed no secrets of where I had gone and continued to hold their attention by insulting them.

There were several moments where I thought one of the Russians was going to shoot her out of anger or annoyance but they didn't, even though I could see the irritation in his face and his finger would twitch towards the trigger of his gun.

I eventually slipped away again and started to sneak through the plane, until I came across another Russian carrying a Sig Sauer M18, which was very strange as the movie, and therefore the events of the dream, took place in the late 90s, and the M18 wasn't manufactured until 2017-2018.

I knocked him to the ground and beat him until he was unconscious, then dragged him into one of the bathrooms and shoved him into a large two door cabinet.

I took his handgun and spare mags and stuck them in my waistband before sneaking towards the back of the plane.

In the back of the plane, I encountered more Russians, these armed with Uzis that had long suppressors, extended mags, and wire stocks.

I immediately shot one, took his Uzi, and used it to shoot the rest with a single sweep across their bodies, peppering them with bullets and throwing them against the walls and dropping them to their knees before they all slid to the ground or keeled over at the same time.

Flinching at the cheesiness, I took my newly acquired weapons to the back of the plane where the conference room was, intending to free the rest of my staff from our captors.