Fast Fiction

I had a strange dream on Monday night.

I don’t usually mention them here, but I figure this one is odd enough.

First, I was in some industrial area, and we were watching the Sun. There was a strange eclipse (though not full). Then, as we were looking up in the sky we saw a jetliner that was flying low and was on fire. The fire was coming from the cockpit and a lot of the back end of the fuselage was missing, like it was a convertible or something.

The plane was obviously in distress, but was coming in for a landing to the train yard below us (I think we were up on a wide rail trestle). It would be a bumpy landing, but I guess they could put their front wheel down in the middle of the tracks.

The alarm went off, so I don’t know if the plane made it down or if anyone else on the plane made it.

I know where the plane stuff came from, as Crispin had just left on a red-eye to Pittsburgh that night. What I didn’t know at the time was the upcoming hybrid eclipse tomorrow. I hope none of this means anything, that it’s just regular old stuff being worked through by my subconscious brain.