Saturday, January 7, 2012
In third person, I watch the worlds fastest Indian flying an old metal plane. He is trying to outrun the people running and those who are driving in cars. He flies past all the people on the salt flats yelling and cheering. Once he had passed these people, he realised that he had won, and flew into the air celebrating. He ejects himself from the plane and runs down the side of the salt flats, calling to the plane to turn around and return to him. The plane continued flying, however, spiralling down into suburbia. It crashes. The crash itself is very minimal, but the police are quick onto the scene. The police fill the roads telling everyone to please leave as children were killed in the crash. I look around to see through the crowd that there were dead, mangled children covered in blood everywhere. End of dream.