last night's dream. i remember a ton of it.

So me and some road running friends are on a flight to new Orleans from Austin to go run a mountain trail race. I’m sitting on the left side far up looking out the window and am admiring the boston harbor as we seem to get closer and closer to the water. At one point, I can see straight ahead and see that we’re right above a highway with no cars on ti, but this hwy is like 200ft in the air like an elevated monorail ut all of a sudden it stops and there’s nothing but water ahead of us. All of a sudden, two big tankers step on the gas and part ways like the parting of the red sea so there’s room for us to land. I am now sitting on the right side of the plane in a middle seat and Dan Aja is next to me clenching to the arm rests about to tear them off he’s so nervous. I calmly tell the pilots are going to nail the water landing and then I’m now back in my left window seat again and the tail of the plane touches down as I hear the captain yell: hit the afterburners NOW. And that they do and the plane skids along on the water like those logs at Disney when they land in the water at the bottom of the final hill. We made it! All of a sudden we’re on land taking left and right turns in some neighborhood and then drive up onto a field. We all get out and realize it’s a golf practice range and people are not stopping their practice and balls are pelting the plane and whizzing by all around us. We run for tree cover in this tropical jungle, and that’s where we’re now in an outdoor flight terminal where we all clump up by the check in booths asking how we’re going to get from Philadelphia (where apparently we are now) down to New Orleans as we have a 5pm connecting flight and it’s 4:15pm. The ladies don’t think it’s going to be a problem but they’re clearly lying to us since I’m thinking there’s no way they can get my luggage that has my trail shoes onto the connecting flight so my race is screwed. Myself, this really cute chick and eric Stanley and some other tall blonde guy go to this girl’s condo that is at the top of veterans from the rock at townlake and mopac watercoolers. It’s a ground floor condo with tons of windows, m odern contemporary and great views of the sun setting on townlake. We plop ourselves down on her beanbags and she lets me borrow her mac book pro that I think is really cool, thin and light. I send an email or chat session? to the race and they agree to postpone it for 2 days for us. I then see and play with her dog, a fat little thing, not a bulldog because it was way too athletic, but it still looked like a little sausage I’ve never seen before. We then walk back down to the watercoolers at the mopac/townlake overpass and that’s where the flight attendants are handing out our lunches. A handful of pretzels and a cheese stick each. I see the pilots walking over to the plane that is now in the back lot of a car mechanic place, and they seem to be leaving. I run after them and they let me get onboard to get my phone and some notepad out of my seat pocket. As I’m in there I hear the pilots congratulate each other on their practice water landing and how all the simulator training was pretty good, and how all pilots apparently will be having to get certified on water landings with a full plane of people. What?!? I then get off the plane on this little seat that is attached to the outside of the plane (kind of like those wheelchairs that go up stairs that are attached to walls at people’s homes) and am dropped back to the ground. I then remember looking at my watch and it’s 1:12pm and shit, I only have a little over an hour to get to a a tv before the UT game starts at 2:30. And that’s all I remember.