10/31/22:
The plane from Jonny Quest landed on a small island. I watched while everyone other than Dr. Quest was abducted by men dressed completely in black (and who had no faces). I quietly got on the plane with Dr. Quest and I decided to start the plane to keep it from being captured--because it was nuclear-powered. The runway wasn't long enough, so I knew it was a suicide mission. I taxied to the end of the runway and saw there was a side road that turned out to be Dittmer St. in Davenport and I knew there was enough road for me to takeoff, so I turned on to Dittmer, gunned the engine, and escaped.
10/31/21 #1:
I was at a motel--the sort with doors to the outside/walkways. All the rooms had doors open and people sitting outside on the first and second floors. They were all filling out questionnaires for a volleyball tournament. It would determine who was on which team and the order people would get drafted. Some rooms had coaches in them, too. Players/teams would be drafted based on the motel room they were in.
10/31/21 #2:
I was in a store with lots of aisles. All of the aisles were stacked with types of poop--human, dog, cow, pig, etc. None of the aisles had what I was looking for--bolt cutters with 3-foot handles. There was a line of other people looking for stuff and the help-desk person just kept saying, "Our inventory is on the shelves."
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