i'm at the old house in fortuna (where clare is now). we're sitting around doing something and somebody comes to the door. it takes us a second to realize they're at the front door. they come in before we get there to open it, but it's the wrong door. there's a bit of confusion but we figure it out.
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will is there. we're making remote control planes. they're different from the zagis. i want to fly the ones we have while we're building the new ones since it'll take forever.
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i'm with two other people. we're flying a plane around. it's got a couple of funny parts that keep coming apart and the plane stops. for some reason we don't put the whole thing together.
there's some big thing that's taking over our space. we have trouble getting the plane flying in time to get out of the way. suddenly the thing gets aggressive and we struggle to get away. we're using the plane thing to fly ourselves out of the way, but we're having trouble getting the prop pointed in the right direction and getting enough lift to move very far very quickly. frustrating.
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i'm alone flying. i'm toward the top of a hill thing looking down. i can see the town and don't understand why i can't just fly down to it without problems. i start and end up sinking faster than i expect (but not too fast to keep flying).
i'm passing through viney-looking trees. lots of weaving between branches and such. at some point i realize i'm not actually flying anymore but pulling/pushing myself through them, but not quite fast enough (in that i'm-dreaming-but-i-can't-run sort of way).
