I had a really weird dream early this morning.  I was on a flight to Dallas (at least I think it was Dallas) and all was well.  During the approach, we hit some turbulence but that’s pretty normal stuff so I don’t think much of it.  The next thing I know, there’s all this commotion on the plane.  Some guy from the back of the plane starts running towards the front.  Another two guy surrounded some of the flight attendant.  I’m sitting more towards the back and was wondering what I should do.

At that moment, a guy springs up with a handgun and races towards the front.  I take this guy to be the air marshal.  We’re still experiencing some rough, unusual turbulence so everyone’s just trying to stay still in their seats.  The two guys surrounding the flight attendants are worried and talking to each other.  No announcement of any kind yet.  Then I hear a series of very loud beeps and then I’m awake.

Weird shit I tell you, but so vivid that I can remember a lot of details.  I figure I should write it down before it slips away.

My project in Houston is almost done.  It was a challenging project to say the least.  I’m glad that it’s done though and welcome the much needed rest.  No more flying for a while!