I was on a plane to Hong Kong through Canada, when I watched it get shot from outside and crash onto a little island. It was an enormous plane, with a very round girth, and after it crashed, I could see it in cutaway as completely hollow and burnt out. In news-style recreation animation, a bullet from the sniper was shown piercing through and exactly hitting a tiny fuel tank in the middle of the ceiling before fire spread out in both directions along the plane. Of course, I was immediately worried that I was dead too, and frantically called my dad. He said he saw the news, and that they feared that millions of passengers were dead (in fairness, it was a gigantic plane). I went to my sister's place and watched the news with her over the next day. It turns out, what I saw happen was just the sniper's imaginative hopes, and that when it actually took place the next day, he only managed to shoot one person despite aiming for the fuel tank. I was very relieved that I wasn't dead and that my family would also be safe on their flights since they caught they guy.

Afterwards, there was some kind of new documentary I was watching on TV about karate. I recognized my old teacher and several former classmates (who I think were real). I nonchalantly boasted that I knew most of the people there and had gotten up to blue belt, but my nearby friends ignored me since it was a pretty low rank. I was suddenly in the dojo watching the demonstrations with my sort-of boss Ron. Fred Villari himself, the founder of the dojo chain, was showing off moves on the narrator. Fred looked to be in his mid-30s with a chubby, rectangularish head (the real Fred Villari is in his 60s). I asked Ron what his opinion was as a blackbelt himself (in real life he is a Tae Kwan Do master), and he shrugged it off. Next, I was in a loud party in a dark nightclub where all the students had gathered aferwards. There were bright orange drinks all around, and I had one.

After getting safely out of the plane form the earlier part of the dream, I stayed the night at a bed and breakfast run by a kindly older couple in Canada. They had a fairly large, modern house with comfortable beds and a light, tasteful decor. We met in a spare, unfurnished bedroom that the woman explained was no longer used for sleeping ever since the plane shooting. I walked to the end of the empty room and saw that it was a loft with a glass railing overlooking a clear, gorgeous pool. I could see the sunlight scattered across the small waves and it was very peaceful. The man came in with an orange netted bag of ping pong balls, and a ping pong table had appeared off to one side. He gave me an ice cream cone, so instead of playing a match, we played catch. The balls were rather heavy, just somewhat lighter than a golf ball. At one point, he threw it far left and it landed back in the bag, and I teased him that he should play basketball instead. He said without a smile that he was good at that too. As I ate the ice cream, I could see that whatever was left was always very spherical and that if I tipped it over (as I did when I picked up the bag after he threw the ball in), the ice cream scoop wouldn't fall out. I ate the tiny last bite before the cone and could actually taste it and feel it melting in my mouth. A table appeared with a plate of fries, and they said I should grab some since dinner was still a while away. Surprisingly, I could taste this too.

In another dream, I was watching a dating game where a big fat black man was out on the beach with a young-Meg Ryan-look alike with very long hair. He said on voiceover that he was both nervous and confident, and kept edging closer to her, telling her all the while how hot she was. Finally, they were hugging and kissing a little. Later, it showed him in the studio with a white guy, both in their bathing trunks. The host revealed that the girl was actually the guy in disguise, which had included large sunglasses (though the guy had a completely different body type than the girl, so I was skeptical). To everyone's surprise, the two men kept talking in a very friendly manner and the contestant admitted that he would be happy to have a second date. The white guy said he was surprised, since the last five contestants he had done it too had gotten very angry. Someone I was watching with commented that these kinds of MTV-style dating shows usually resorted to these cheap tactics when they were close to cancellation.

posted by Larry at 8:58 AM