This is the dream. An airplane flight, good sized jet, fog, pilots jovial and everyone can see/hear them, flying low due to clouds, winding through mountains, banking around trees and towers, a transition and we are on the ground taxiing, or more like driving through streets, up hilly dirt roads, down tree lined passages, the pilots struggle not to clip the wings and each time it looks hopeless they jig the plane enough to squeeze through, inevitably someone is thirsty or hungry and the pilots pull over for a quick stop, the plane impossibly dwarfing the tavern or restaurant, passengers returning with local produce, bottles of french wine, kielbasa on a stick, frosty mugs, the plane loads yet somehow I go from onboard watching the loading to being on the ground trying to catch the departing plane as it wiggles through the tree lined, power pole studded streets, leaves billowing madly in vortexes of jet exhaust

a year or two of the same dream, slight variations on theme but consistent sky/land juxtaposition, and once I got to drive

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