Talk:Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD 2/@comment-26966462-20170726124128/@comment-26520046-20170727033018

This was second or third grade, so I was very young. I was deeply traumatized this one particular night.

I dreamt that my class was on a field trip to an airport. This airport was the whitest airport ever. Every wall, Every surface was pure white. Our class was at this airport to take a tour of a commercial airplane, but the pilot was late. We got very bored, so our teacher brought out Halloween Oreos. We were very happy to get Halloween Oreos, because that meant that we could throw them at each other. Our teacher tried to stop us, but it was no use, the Halloween Oreos were flying! Eventually, we ran out of Oreos to throw, and the Pilot still wasn't there. I don't remember if I was voluntold or volunteered, but anyways, I went Out to the nose of the plane to check if he was there's yet. Obviously, the cockpit's where he'd be waiting, right? Well, he shows up while I'm out on the nose of the plane, and the class watches from inside as he starts up the plane and takes off. I'm still on the nose of the plane, and I begin to lose my grip. I start falling out of the sky. My body is wrapped in a tingling sensation as I begin transitioning back into the real world. I was absolutely freaked out. I had just dreamt that I died.

In retrospect, though, this is a pretty hilarious dream until I died.