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I had an awful dream one night. It was about friends and planes.<\/p>\n

One sunny morning, I was at an airport with a good friend, and we were about to jet off somewhere. This airport was laid out like a labyrinth; you had to go through the daycare centre to get to the security check and then on to the gates. My friend with his black rolling luggage (it was a premium brand of bag) gets caught up trying to find his friend in this airport, so we are separated just before we go past security.<\/p>\n

90 minutes before takeoff. I search the airport for him; he’s not answering my calls. I go through the daycare centre, and back out to the car park. 30 minutes before takeoff. Shit, I have to go through security now. WHERE IS HE? 20 minutes. I say to myself, “Screw him, I don’t care if he gets lost. I’m going”.<\/p>\n

I pass through security. It doesn’t look like your normal security at an airport. There was one guard, and no metal detectors. The departure card is pre-filled, but not with my information. This is getting strange. In my panicked state, I stumble through security and walk through this long tunnel leading to a fenced area outdoors to the gate.<\/p>\n

See, this doesn’t look like an airport at all. I’m in a long-ish line to get on to the plane. I see my friend a little ahead of me. This will be the last I see of him. As I board, the plane is not laid out like a normal plane. There are chains on the wall, and dodgy bunks in the middle; like what the ships used in the pre-1800s slave trade were like. Everyone is being chained to the wall. Who’s everyone? If you can picture Folsom St, or Oxford St at night, imagine those sorts of people all over the plane. Leather, black, latex, chains, fetish nerds You name it. I take my ‘seat’ an insecure bunk with no bottom. This was painful. And the carrier? KLM Royal Dutch airlines.<\/p>\n

Back in the real world, and I wake up. I reach for my phone and look up KLM in Wikipedia. Phew, their planes are normal.<\/p>\n

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Had a rather chaotic dream about aviation, and things we talked about at a dinner party last night. It scared me into waking up… (1\/2)<\/p>\n

— Ben Ho (@hohohob) July 28, 2012<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n