June 10th, 2001 CE

I dreamed that I was walking down a section of highway which lay immediately next to a large lake. As I walked near the lake, I noticed a length of plastic yellow rope leading out of the lake and laying across the ground at my feet. Curious, I picked up the rope and began to pull on it. With surprisingly little effort, I pulled the rope for just a few feet before the object it was tied to came to the surface. This object was a full-sized jumbo-jet, who's tail-fin the rope was tied to.

I was aware that this plane had gone down fairly recently and disappeared utterly, along with all the people onboard it at the time, and it was fairly obvious that this jet was full of water; they were all dead, and I was the only one who knew where their bodies were. Delighting in the media attention I would get from this, I cut the tail fin off of the plane and carried it away with me, allowing the plane to sink back beneath the surface of the lake. I then carried the (suddenly much, much smaller) tail fin with me towards the school I was apparently going to.

I got to the area near this school at a time of day at which it was still dark out, and decided to go to a local diner while I waited for it to get lighter out. Not wanting anyone to know that I knew where the plane was just yet, I stashed the tail fin behind a sign somewhere. When I came out of the diner, I was devastated to se that it was gone. Slouching into another building which adjoined the school, with a bizarre set of tables and balconies. I was called over to a table there by Bill Stretch; a fellow roleplayer who I have a great deal of difficulty dealing with. He told me that a teacher off ours, Moira MacTaggart (a comic book character, in reality) had found the tail fin and knew it was mine. She had hid it for me, Bill told me, and was willing to hand it back to me as long as Bill and she were allowed to share in some of the credit of finding the plane. I was so overjoyed at not having utterly lost the tail fin that I wasn't upset with this greed, and happily proclaimed, "You may be a terrible roleplayer, Bill, but you're a fine human being!".

My joy was short-lived, however, as I glanced down from the balcony that Bill and I were at a table on, to an aisle below us, where I saw my ex-girlfriend Jen and some guy I don't know walking past. I tried to get her attention, saying hello to her, but she pointedly ignored me. I visibly deflated with depression, and Bill made some mocking comment at this point which at the time I chose to ignore.

If I dreamed anything more before I woke up, I don't remember it.