The One With The Plane Crash

Date: 11/7/2016

I am on a vacation with my family in a city that's supposed to be Seoul, South Korea. I've been to Seoul and that was definitely not it. My parents told me and my sister to look around the city and to not waste our time, as we would only be there for 3 days. We rushed to the city's Time Square but then we encountered a house that seemed familiar to us. We get in and somehow there's a pier inside filled with boats and yachts. We don't give that much importance and go on. On the next room we meet our aunt, who is writing on a cardboard some Spanish words to teach the Koreans. Here we waste a lot of time and I get anxious. I convince my sister to leave. We arrive at a department store that's filled with my local soccer team's merchandise. We leave to find our parents but then I appear at an airplane. I'm lying on a bed next to the black box. Suddenly I hear the pilot say through the speaker "It's so cold, we are crashing, it's freezing cold". The plane is going insanely fast but I can't see anything because there are no windows in that room. I make sure to keep my eyes open to really know what it feels like to be alive and then dead from one moment to another. Like that, with my eyes open, I wake up.