January 12th.

I’m in a plane, some sort of large cargo plane. The plane is on a kamikaze mission, it’s to be flown into some small buildings. There are two pilots, a white guy and a black guy. I’m just sort of along for the ride, but am very calm about the whole thing. At one point I get out cell phone and call Rachel, we have a conversation about something mundane, not the ‘mission’ I’m on. It seems that she doesn’t know what I’m up to.

As we approach the collection of buildings, which have some trees around them, the pilot actually lands the plan on the road the leads to them – apparently planning to plow into them on the ground for whatever reason. In a stunning display of airplane ground handling he spins the plane around and we are hurting down the road, tail-first toward the buildings. He aims the tail between two trees. As we pass between the trees, they rip the wings off, which explode. The fuselage continues on, with us safely inside. It grinds to a halt in a field behind the now burning buildings.

The scene jumps. I’m getting out of what’s left of the plane, the black pilot is unconscious on the ground and the white pilot is still in the cockpit. Two guys dressed up like Orthodox Catholic priests appear. Apparently they are members of whatever group was in the buildings. Needless to say they are not happy. A brief struggle ensues, and I end up pinning the older priest to the ground near the black pilot; the white pilot has taken care of the younger priest.

At this time, the black pilot starts waking up. He’s a vampire (and how I suddenly know this and didn’t before and how he’s hanging out in the sunny field just fine are mysteries of Oneiros.) Apparently I’m charitable toward vampire pilots who get knocked out before a fight after crashing the plane I’m in into some trees because I wrestle the old priest over to him so he can take a drink, which he does.

End of 1st dream.

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