Puffy Ami Planey

THIS DREAM IS CALLED: Puffy Ami Planey
IT IS RATED: E
CHARACTORS FROM REAL LIFE: Me, Ami, Yumi, Dad, Baligh

I slowly paced back and forth on the platform. The first thing I seem to remember is waiting. I don’t know for whom or what, but I was waiting. I marched back and forth. At this point, I realize I’m in something of an airport terminal. Looking back, I am reminded of something like the air hanger in Enter the Matrix and a regular one put together. I go up and down stairs, and suddenly met who I came to see. Ami and Yumi, as well as another boy, whose name was never mentioned in the dream. We talked to each other and went around, muttering things to each other. We were waiting for a plan. We stopped at some shops and bought a few things. Soon, we went and started to wait for the airplane. I went around like a maniac from platform to platform, at one point getting lost. I found Yumi, who had gone where I had and helped me upstairs to where we were supposed to be. Soon, the plane arrived and my friends and I boarded. I saw that my father was, oddly, the pilot. My little dog Bailey was also on the flight. Because of the old model of the plane we’d be flying, the cabins weren’t pressurized. So, we had to wear what first looked like military flight helmets, but transformed (or were) just weird helmets. To keep out heads from exploding, or some equally worse fate, we’d have to breathe out of these little air-shoot guns. Because my dog needed this done, as well, I had to share with him. I didn’t mind though. We landed and suddenly, I fainted. I can’t remember why. I had a strange dream of floating something, and then the air guns being blasted into me while I lay in a conveyer belt or something. I wake up, we’ve landed in Tokyo, Japan. The airport is like night, dark and black, with neon lights and signs flashing all around. It’s humongous, and there are escalators and elevators everywhere. We go to the baggage claim, which is very hard to find. The baggage claim trolley is small and red, and only a very small bit is the conveyer belt. It looked like one of those potty trainer things that babies use, but it carried baggage and there wasn’t any hole to crap in. I see the bags, grab them, and then go off with the boy and Yumi to do some shopping. At one point, I’m going to buy something but then, Yumi reminds me not to. She says that it’s not worth its value in Yen. The boy and I go for a walk and leave Yumi, and he tells me what had happened. He says I went to bed and didn’t wake up, so they had to carry me onto the plane. My dad had to inject the pressurized air into me, and at one point, the boy said I was a few seconds from head explosion and my dad was juggling thousands of tasks, talking on the phone, radioing command, and keeping the dog occupied, and he saved me just in time. We then start to talk about the environment. The pollution in Tokyo, he says, is terrible. He says how Kyoto is the nicest city for anti-pollutants anywhere. So we went outside at last into the bright day, and started to head for the hotel. My dad was the driver of the van we went in, and we discussed where we were going to go. We wanted to stay at Tokyo, but I didn’t like the pollutants. We decided that we’d go to Kyoto. We were driving down a serene country road, and someone crossed the street. We continued on our way, chatting about good times.