Fasten Your Seatbelts

Sharpnel, belongings, and blurs of bodies zoom past their faces as the screeches and roars of the turbines fill ears. Screams and cries of terror cut through the din as the reality of the situation at thirty-five-thousand feet becomes apparent.

The belt around his waist digs into both sides of the hip as he grips onto the chair in front of him. Passengers around him are stripped from where they were moments ago and flung out of the plane like chunky juice from a badly closed blender.

Amidst the sheer horror, he battles the force pulling his head towards the rip in the cabin wall and looks across the row. Over the aisle to him is a man who catches his eye and what can only be described as uncomprehensible sorcery presents itself. The man is completely idle and grounded like a five-tonne boulder, eyes closed, and by the looks of it, sleeping.

The screech of the now flaming turbine increases in pitch and intensity before being completely eliminated by the product of the following explosion. The sleeping man's eyes twitch and slowly begin to open as the scene surrounding him is engulfed with flames.

A ringing cuts through the madness while the sun beats down through the bedroom ceiling window. He rolls over and enables the snooze alarm timer for another fifteen minutes.

Those crazily vivid dreams that we get during that snooze period can be pretty insane. I've been having some wild ones recently.