We're cleared for landing...

This one requires a bit of background.

I'm from a small town in rural Alabama. Like...population of 1100 in the 'city' limits small. Graduated high school with fewer than 50 other people. Small.

So anyway, there's an 'airport' back home. It's really just a paved airstrip with a couple of hangars that store a couple of propeller-type planes. Or maybe it isn't even really an airstrip, since there are no lights and no numbers painted onto the asphalt. So I suppose it's really just a long strip of asphalt with some buildings at one end. Like a road to nowhere. And security at this place is phenomenal....at the time, there was a five-strand barbed-wire fence to keep hoodlums out. Way secure. And this bustling center of transportation is right down the street from my parents' house. So, now the scene is set...

So in my dream I'm at my parents' house, visiting. And my cell phone rings, and it's my friend, we'll call him Victor, who works for the Secret Service. And he doesn't even travel with the President. He doesn't travel at all. But in my dream, he was with Obama, on Air Force One. 

And they needed to land, at our airport. And they were calling ME to help them land the plane!!!! And suddenly it's nighttime, and I'm out on this road to nowhere airstrip in the pitch black waving two red flashlights like a moron and Air Force One is headed straight for me.

It probably looked something like that, except my ego is ginormous so this was a first-person perspective dream, so to me it looked a little more like this....

And it landed successfully! And my last memory is waiting to go up the stairs onto Air Force One so I could meet President Obama. And then I woke up.

Giant floating parking decks

This gem comes from senior year of undergrad....

I dreamed I was on a giant floating parking deck. I suppose 'giant' is relative....it was five or six stories, and the cars parked inside (of course there were cars - that's how I knew it was a parking deck) were normal-sized cars. And I know it was floating because I was riding it across the Atlantic Ocean. Just me, a parking deck, and some empty cars headed to Europe.

Okay, so this looks more like a sinking parking deck. But trust me - it was a floating parking deck. Just me and the cars, headed to Europe. On a floating parking deck.

Oh, and the chickens. You see, in this particular dream I had to catch the damn chickens and put them in the cars before we 'arrived' to Europe or else I wouldn't be allowed off the parking deck. And I don't know who told me this - as far as I can remember it was just me and chickens. But I was convinced I had to catch the little fuckers and put them in cars because dammit, I wanted to get off the parking deck! 

So for the rest of my dream, I was running around catching chickens and putting them in cars. Now oddly enough, I didn't dream myself extraordinary athletic ability. I wasn't faster than the chickens, or more agile. I was just as clumsy and hand-eye-coordination-challenged in my dream as I am in real life. It was a real hoot (cluck?).

The cruel thing is that I do remember catching all of the chickens, and standing at the edge of the parking deck, staring at the sunset and feeling the breeze, looking for Europe to appear on the horizon..... and then I woke up.