Strange dream

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I dreamed I was flying into San Diego in a small plane piloted by Steve, the faire organizer from our southern shows.
It was a small jet we were on, and Steve had me sit in the front right seat.
“I don’t know how to fly the plane,” I said.
“God is our copilot,” Steve said. “You might as well sit up front with a good view. Plus, I get one more seat for passengers this way.”

We were in a landing pattern over the city. There was a big stone hill/mountain to our right as we descended. The airport was over to our left. To have enough room, we went out over the harbor and turned to the right and looped around in front of the big stone outcropping and started landing.

Steve was talking to me the whole time. He was very worried about making the landing. The landing was tricky and he had never done it before.
As we were coming down, I saw that he was headed for a highway, not the runway.
“Steve, this is the wrong place!” I said. “You’re coming down on a highway!”
“No, this is the runway,” he said. “I’m on the landing signal.”
“They highway runs next to the airport,” I said. “It is on the same signal.”
We were very low over the highway and I could see the traffic right below the wheels of the plane.
“We’re too low, I’ve got to land,” Steve said.

We landed on the highway and Steve took us up an exit ramp and down a side road. He parked in the parking lot of a red wooden building next to a swamp.
“We’re lucky to be alive!” I said.
“It’s not that bad,” he said. “This is a small plane and fits on a highway pretty well. Let me go in and ask for some directions.”
Everyone got out of the plane and went into the building. The building seemed to be some sort of gift shop, so that worked out.
I took out my camera and took some pictures of the small jet plane in the parking lot.

While everyone else was in the gift shop, I called my wife.
“Are you there yet?” she asked me.
“No, we are making a pit stop,” I said, stepping into the store. “We’re at a gift store right now. I hope I get going again soon.”
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I’m in the gift shop by the side of the road where we landed,” I said. “The good news is that they have very nice glass phasers.”

I looked at the display on the counter and there were phaser replicas made out of planes of colored glass layered to build up a shape. At first I thought they were $200, but looked closer and saw they were $20. On top of them were little LEGO sized Star Trek characters made out of glass globes.
“They’ve got good prices too,” I said. “But, I don’t think I’ll get any.”
I waled outside where there was a balcony on the side of the building. There was a dirty river on that side of the building and a swamp on the other side.

I looked down in the river and saw some elephants playing in the water.
“There are some elephants here too,” I told my wife. I looked some more and saw some hippos.
“Hippos too. So, I think we must be near the zoo. If that’s true we can probably get the plane to the airport.”

I went in and found Steve at the counter of the gift shop.
“We’re near the zoo,” I told him. “I think I can get us to the airport from here.”
“I was just asking for directions,” he said. “We’re pretty far away. I was thinking maybe this was close enough.”
“People are expecting me at the airport,” I told him. “It’s really important I get there.”
“OK,” he said. “Get everyone back in the plane.”

Everyone loaded up in the plane again, and we set out.
“There isn’t room to take off,” Steve said. “So, I’m going to drive over on the roads.”
We pulled out of the parking lot and went down the road. He took a right under a train bridge and we headed in the direction of the swamp I had seen.
Once we got past the bridge we could see the road ahead of us was totally covered with water. It hadn’t been a river I had seen, but a flooded road.
“Holy shit!” Steve shouted and turned the wheel hard.
He tried to make a U turn to avoid the water, but he took it too sharp and the plane rolled onto its right side.
We all got out again.
“This is a problem,” he said. “Now it counts as a crash.”
“It doesn’t look too bad,” I said. “Maybe we can push it back onto the wheels.”
We all lined up and pushed the plane back onto its wheels.
“OK, let’s fly this time,” Steve said.
“Make sure there isn’t any damage to the wings first,” I said.
We looked at the plane and I saw what looked like a tear in the wing.
I pulled a little bit on it and it moved like cloth.
I pulled more and it turned out that the plane body was just a big cloth covering that was over Steve’s pickup truck.
The pickup sat there in the muddy road with the cloth pulled off it behind. Steve shrugged and looked a bit sheepish.
Dream ends