zibblsnrt, who, in the dream, I called right before class.Anyway, we get out to the playground, and we see one of those big huge military jets very low in the air. And then all of a sudden it spirals into the ground. This leads to a march through streets (and me getting all upset when Dean Varian insisted it was a terrorist act) where people had juice and cupcakes all ready, as if they *knew* this was going to happen.
Odd. Very odd.
