Where the buffalo roam

[catching up from the last few weeks]

I am in the cockpit explaining to the hot shot pilots how my pops is the guy you want flying the fuel tanker behind you into battle. They are not impressed. [weird jump]
I am in the belly of the big transport plane that is going down. Everyone is grabbing onto something, but its the inside of a department store. I am digging my hands under a display rack bolted to the floor and the feelings of gravity are swimming in my stomach. No one is making a noise, just the creaking of steel against itself. Then the plane bellyflops jarring the cargo door open. We are alive!!! Someone yells "A herd of buffalo!" because there are hundreds of them running across the field, away from our crash landing.

Animals and Hitchhiking

Friday night: I dreamed that Sarah and I were on an adventure on some kind of wooden boat/obstacle course. We had to eat at Noodles and Company, and my brother joined us, but instead of buying lunch, he bought a "soccer ball." It was actually a multi-purpose ball; you could play football or hockey or baseball or whatever. It was plain white and about the size of a volleyball, but soft and completely versatile.

Later, Sarah and I were being chased by an elephant. It kept charging at us. We tried to hide behind thick wooden posts but the elephant broke them. The only way out was to hitchhike. But everybody on the road was either on a bicycle or in a little red wagon. Later, I was scared of this barking dog who kept leaping at us. Sarah looked at me, and at the same time we said out loud "Wow, Reem, for somebody who likes animals so much, you sure are afraid of all of them..."