Another Dream

C, another friend, and myself all snuck into the attic of a house somewhere near Collinsville because it had "the best view in the bay area". The curtains were closed and I got their attention and starting reciting some long, boring monologue (I recall in the middle of talking realizing how boring it was) about the history of the town, and how it was decided that this had the best view out of anywhere. I threw the curtains back, and we all gasped at how beautiful it was. I thought it was a little unsettling, because the buildings looked too close and the perspective seemed to be off. We snapped a few pictures and decided to go. Then, the building (which was now an airplane for unexplained reasons) started shaking and took off! There were paying customers below, so we didn't dare go downstairs. I tried to keep everyone calm, even though we had no idea where we were going. I prayed the plane would take us back to San Francisco so we could go home. The pilot came onto the PA system and said he got lost and was just going to land on a deserted street until he got his bearings. Once he figured out how to get there, we flew to Los Angeles, and were pretty upset. I wake up. FIN