So I was on the way to Iran with my mother and all of our small children (4). My two have never flew, so I was excited for them. The pilot seemed to have issues with flying; taking off straight up, coming down straight down. But it was a fairly easy flight. Then came time for the landing. I was pretty excited because landing is one of my favorite parts. Well, we headed straight down and I just knew we weren't going to make it, but there was never any fear what so ever. The pilot then tried to land the plane on a sort of helicopter pad looking thing. It sort of looked like a dock, with water all around. So we land and the plane is sliding everywhere (ya know cause planes need a runway!). I'm in the back of the plane and then the plane quietly slips in the water and down we go. It's already filled with water and its black, I can't see or hear, but I still am not scared at all. I figured that someone would come/we'd be pulled out/the plane would magically fly up again. I decided to just go to sleep, that way if I did die, I wasn't awake anyway. About two hours pass and I wake up and everyone is gone, so I swim up and end up at a house. And my whole family is there and everyone is excited to see me. I couldn't believe they all left me there underwater in the ocean while they swam free. I remember being very upset with my mother because she got every one out but me. And then I woke up. It was a really weird dream, but I'm glad it was just that.
Now, I'm off to try to make it to the tire place to get tires!
