Okay... Our class went on a trip to Europe. On the plane I sat in between my crush, let's just say Bob, and his cute best friend, let's just say Bill. I almost had to move, but I ended up in between them. We were near the cargo hold. We talked some. Then the plane wouldn't work or something and the flight was delayed until the next day. So then, the next day my friend drove me to the airport but was going very slowly and we were going to be late. So we were driving on the runway??? and people were there trying to steal the metal logo off the car, so I got out and ran towards the plane which was taxi-ing to take off. I ran really fast to catch up, and then all of a sudden I was on the gray Arabian horse I always see in my dreams galloping swiftly towards the plane. And then I woke up.
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