Crash Chorus

Sunday night, dreamed I worked at an airport.

With similar people as the film accounting jobs I've been doing (specifically recall this bitch who did payroll), except now we're working in this airplane hangar with these huge windows.

Something happened and suddenly all these planes start crashing. Start falling from the sky. One after another.

Massive airbuses. One nearly crashes into the building. You could see it full in the window.

Then another crash. And the last one *does* collide into the building, and everyone has to run like hell to avoid the wreckage.

One epic disaster after another.

Tomorrow. April 1st. I've got some shit to do.