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.
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