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The storyline of the dream has all but vanished from my mind as I'm writing this hours after I woke up. I can still remember one pretty unique event:

I was being carried away against my will in a helicopter with a few other abductees. One of the prisoners climbed out of the helicopter in an effort to escape. We were only 50 feet off of the ground so I'm sure he thought he could jump and only sustain some broken legs or something. Unfortunately, as he leapt from the side rail, the neck of his shirt snagged on the rail and he dangled helplessly from the ascending helicopter.

None of our captors seemed to notice that he had tried to escape and no one was making any effort to try to save him--so I took matters into my own hands. I climbed out onto the rail myself. By this point, the neckline of his shirt had torn so much that he was actually dangling about 20 feet from the helicopter. There was no way I could pull him up without tearing the shirt completely. My eyes scanned my surroundings for other options. We were approaching a river that cut through the city. At this point, we were about 200 feet high. In an instant, I decided to fall from the helicopter knocking the guy loose and splash into the river below (all without breaking our necks.)

The plan was not executed as I had envisioned. I jumped. I hit the guy's head with my shoulder. But he remained stuck to the airplane as I toppled head over heels towards the river below. I hit the water with a stinging that would knock out a 3000 lb. bull. SPLASH!


To my surprise, I surfaced without a scratch. As I pulled myself out of the river I was in my bathing suit. The river had turned into the pool at 24 Hour Fitness. I got out, dripping wet, and walked through the middle of a class full of people working out. The instructors looked at me with nervous and guilty eyes. It was then that I realized that 24 Hour Fitness was abducting their gym members. I pulled the fire alarm and ran for the exit.



That's it.

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  1. HeatherTue Apr 01, 12:38:00 PM MDT

    What a dream! And that was after forgetting the details? You aMAZE me!

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