I am at the
airport. Everything is fine as I check my
bags and
prepare for departure. As I head towards the
gate, however, I begin to notice
chaos gradually brewing around me until the entire airport is engulfed in absolute
panic. The monitors are saying that a very important and very large
airplane has
crashed in the vicinity, and all the public must be herded into a single large room for
emergency procedures.
The room is full of thousands upon thousands of screaming people. A full-sized movie screen descends from the ceiling as we all gather around to see what's really going on. We are informed that the plane has not actually crashed, but rather a rogue group of passengers is busy brutally murdering everyone else on board. The screen actually shows live, uncut footage of the incident; we all watch in horror as the terrorists put guns to one innocent head after another, slit the throats of mothers and their children, hack the flight attendants to pieces. It looks like I won't be flying today, after all.
It is here that I wake up in cold sweat.