I woke up in a small plane speeding down a runway in take off mode. At first I saw the whole scene in profile view, and then I was inside, facing backward in the front seat on the left-hand side.
The plane lifted away from the ground- a strange, shaky feeling. Who was the pilot? I tried looking over, but with those fuzzy, dreamy eyes, I couldn't see anything. I could only hear.
-Relax, kid, the pilot said.
I was uncomfortable. I wanted to turn around.
-Can I turn around? I said
-Wait til after we hit the clouds. It'll be bumpy just now.
-Ok. Dude, I'm cold.
-Yeah dude. Just give it a few minutes.
And so I waited. It was bumpy. I was frightened.
-Ok dude, he said. Turn around. It's fine now. Grab your coat and get warm.
And then I turned around and I could see. I put my coat on. And it was fine, just like he said.
It was Dale. I was with Dale, so I wasn't worried.