Another Post Modern World

Date: 1/8/2020

This one kinda felt real. My coworkers and a bunch of people from around the country had to get on busses to go to an airfield where we would board planes. Somehow on my plane my grandpa ended up being the pilot. I wanted to sit with two of my friends but they both kind of isolated me and found their own seats together. When the plane took off everything was fine but once we were about 15-20 minute into our flight the gears started having issues. I was looking out my window the whole time and noticed we’d past by a lot of grassy fields and buildings. Then my senior went to my grandfather and guided him on how to land. We ended up landing in the French Quarter. It looked like a ghost town. All the buildings had been worn out from flooding but they still had eerily vibrant colors. We all piled into one building that looked like a banquet hall and were briefed that it could take a while for the plane to be repaired and to stick together but still go out and explore. Everyone was told to take their phones with them just in case. I wanted to go along with my two friends but couldn’t keep up with them so I went with a guy I kind of knew. We first went to a lottery ticket store. The lady gave me a handful of tickets for free because she never got customers. Then when went to a metaphysical shop. I told the lady we were just visiting but I wanted to see what kind of things she had in store. Everything was so vivid. The clothes, the crystals. I just didn’t like the prices because they were so expensive. We had been in the store for quite some time and figured it was time to leave. Then I woke up