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I had yet another long dream last night. It must've been all of those grapes I consumed after dinner. *urp*
I remember rushing down a set of stairs with a bunch of other people. The stairwell was painted white and the building was moderately old. The initial landing was blocked off by a gate but we jumped around it and proceeded to look for a way in/out. I remember stumbling into a living room area where there were a number of girls and a guy who was living there. I was going to congratulate the guy on choosing such a great place to live, but decided against it after seeing the girls.
There was a break.. I think I got out of the building and found myself driving my car near my house. It was on a busy road, but I heard my cell phone ring. It was hidden in my bag so I wasn't able to catch the call in time. Looking at the ID, I realized that it was one of our biggest clients so I knew I had to stop and return the call. (My hands were full so I couldn't call while driving.)
Next thing I know, I'm inside a chartered aircraft, with a couple of droids trying to take off and escape from some government agents. We were getting ready to leave when we had to turn around and head back to the hanger to change destinations. The agents boarded the plane, not knowing that we were the ones they were looking for and commandeered it to chase after our plane (which they thought had taken off earlier). So we headed out of the runway and began to take off.
I was looking at the plane from the outside and it looked like a very long, sleek car. There were no wings. Just as we approached the end of the runway, some guy jumped off the top and out popped a glider. A few moments later, the glider clicked and doubled in size. It did it again, soon enough it looked large enough to hold the weight of the car so the driver of the car stepped out and grabbed hands with the hang glider. They became airborne but the car driver twisted his leg the wrong way and they got tangled up on some wire on a pole. That's about it.
Oh, FMI.
