(Entered in paper journal at 5:20 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I stood outside on a clear day, possibly with a large group of people, and possibly by a large body of water. I saw a large, grey aircraft like a B-52. Attached to the underside of the aircraft, near the tail (?), were an X-15 and an SR-71. The SR-71 may have been blue like a Blue Angels jet. I excitedly pointed the jets out to the rest of my group.
We were down on some concrete walkway. The large craft (which now had a strange, thin-bodied appearance, like an aircraft carrier) stood above us. I thought I might get into the X-15 or the SR-71.
But now the craft rolled away. I knew it had stopped taking passengers and was now getting ready to lift off. I had missed my chance.
I traveled up to a nearby hilltop with the people around me to watch the jet fly away. The hilltop was largely dark, clumpy, basaltic rock, with some patches of grass.
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