Part One: Plane Rides

Date: 6/21/2019

So the first dream was one of those school trips or church missions where you and a group of other youngsters elect to go somewhere in order to help out. I have no clue where we elected to go and I don’t even remember singing up but I opened up this piece of mail reminding me it was coming up. It even had the flight tickets included. Except instead of a direct flight or one layover, there were like four or five flights that we had to go through. First it was like a nine hour flight to Italy from Atlanta, then from Italy a flight to Jamaica, then a flight to Kansas and I forgot after that. I was really confused but I wasn’t gonna argue with free plane tickets (even though I must’ve paid for them at some point). So I packed my bags and got on the plane which was big but seemed like it was only carrying our small group. We asked the flight attendants and they said that even though we were the only ones to book the flight, all international planes had to be big. So anyway, the 9 hours ‘flew’ by and soon we were in Italy. I barely remember the flight to Jamaica but I remembered landing in the Jamaican airport. (I’ve never been outside the United States for reference). So the Jamaican airport was incredibly small and I knew we weren’t supposed to leave the secure area otherwise we couldn’t get back through security since our passports didn’t allow for that. But I remember this woman and she was evil for some reason and had plans on a little usb drive that we had to get in order to stop her from doing anything bad. Then my crew split up (I don’t recognize any of them but I know they’re with me) because we think she’s going to blow up the airport using like the old systems underground that contain flammable and dangerous material. So one guy goes deep deep beneath the airport into a tunnel system in order to deactivate I think like canisters of oxygen like they had in Jaws. I was trying to get the usb which I think I did and then realized I had to get back inside the airport because I left it. There was a terribly long line and I knew there was only three hours to go before our next flight. I started to get worried because this super long line wasn’t moving. There was someone I recognized named Omar and he let me slip in front of him when all of a sudden the line started moving really fast. I was afraid that Jamaican TSA wouldn’t let me in because the metal of the usb might set off something but literally they had us walk single file with all our luggage on and just looked at us suspiciously. But I don’t remember any like metal detectors or x Ray scanners. Once I was back inside with the rest of my crew we had to figure out a way to stop the plan to destroy the Jamaican airport because we knew the lady (who was like a classic blonde spy looking gal) had already set things in motion. Strangely, in order to get to your gate you had to use this rafting-water system which also kinda connected to the underground water tunnels that one of my dudes was currently in. I don’t remember exactly what happened but two guys were in inner tubes in the water thing and we were choosing our gate but if you got it wrong something bad would happen. I know we lost the two guys to that because 1) the system of picking your gate was really confusing and 2) we didn’t really know what our gate was until it was too late. So those guys died and then the guy in the tunnels was trying to work fast and I’m pretty sure he was able to fix it but not before he died too from something happening. I remember the rest of us, like three or four, were just like “wow we did it, but at what cost?” It wasn’t really gruesome just like as if it were a spy or thriller movie.