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[quidditchgrrl]

I've been taken over by writer's block, worse than it's ever been. My little originals - they tend to loosen up my fingers for other writing - have dried up. WAH.

So, I've gotta start doing something else. I've never been one to write down my dreams, but I figured that's all I've got at this point, so just to get going, here goes. And it features fandom people! :)



We - littletort, slytherincess and I - had wandered into Easton Station (which is the 'mall' part of this shopping complex) and were looking at designer bags at one of the kiosks. I have a love of designer bags, and I was trying to find a red bag like this on the cheap. littletort thought I ought to buy a bag anyway, but slytherincess wandered off to look for a black leather jacket.

Dream fades in and I'm driving on the southeast leg of the 270 Outerbelt near Obetz, talking to megd on my cell phone. We're discussing general things, shopping and guys. I mention that I know my dad is coming up on the opposite side of the highway, and look ahead to watch for him.

This part of the highway is very close to Rickenbacker AFB, which runs commercial flights from some of its terminals. I look up and see a 747 coming in for landing, except I realize (in that way that you do when you can't believe somethingisactuallyhappening) that it's too low to the ground. I scream to megd (just like a good made-for-TV-drama) "it's going to crash!" And sure enough, the 747 banks hard left and crashes into the embankment of the overpass about 1/4 mile ahead of me (yes, I know exactly where is this, yes, planes do typically straighten out for landing in this exact spot, and no, I'm not driving that stretch of the outbelt again unless I absolutely have to).

I drop the phone (I can hear Meg saying, "what's going on? Are you okay?!") and pull the car over in like, microseconds (traffic is moving, some of the drivers are still driving as the plane hits; I don't see the actual impact). Climbing across the front seat, I jump from the car and run into the field toward some houses that are on a side road. I somehow remember seeing my dad clear the overpass just before the plane made impact, and I know that if he keeps driving away, he'll be okay. I, however, have to get to the center house of three houses across the field. The air is rushing toward the enormous explosion of jet fuel, creating this eerie, roaring silence. The sucking of the explosion is trying to drag me back; the pull is so strong and I can barely breathe. But I'm running fast over the undulating ground (I'm pretty darn quick for my size) and eventually I make it to the road and across to the house.

The owner's daughter is watching for me from the glassed-in front porch - I have no doubt that if I went to this house in RL and knocked on the door, she would answer - and she opens the door for me. The door slams against the glass panes, and we struggle to close it against the sucking/roaring. We both fall to the floor to watch what's happening.

There is a gigantic fireball rising from the crash site, of course, and I'm transfixed on the blue at the bottom of the flames. Debris is just getting across the field and is raining fiberglass and plastic everywhere. A good-sized piece of wing flies between the safehouse and the house to the northeast.

I turn and look at the girl and say, "you saved my life." She opens her mouth to answer and I wake up.

I'm not sure what to make of it, it's not a 'hm' dream that I know will come true in the future, but it's not a normal 'crazy' dream of mine, either.