Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm sitting in an airplane next to my brother Russ. We're strapped in by giant seatbelts. The walls of the entire fuselage are hinged open, like overhead compartment or DeLorean doors, to reveal that the plane is still sitting on the runway. It's a clear blue day outside.

Inside BMX riders are racing up and down the aisles and out the sides of the plane rigth in front of me, riding up and down inflatable emergency ramps.

I tug at the seatbelt restraints that cross my lap and chest.

DONG
(the "Fasten safty belt" tone rings)

Suddenly, Russ and I are hanging off back of airplane, in backwards facing rollercoaster seats, watching the jet contrail as the plane flies high in the sky.

We're hanging right below the tail. A giant jet engine blares above us.

Russ, a younger Russ than he really is now, squirms out of the seat restraints and climbs over to me. He hooks his legs on to my by wrapping his ankles around mine, like a trapeze artist, and hangs off into the air. He reaches out in front of him and catches clouds. He grabs a handful of white puffy stuff and looks back up at me and smiles.

I yell, "Aren't you freezing?! You're probably screwing up the aerodynamics of the plane?! We might crash!"

Then I woke up

I wasn't panicked at all. I was smiling at the absurdity of the dream. Throughout the dream, people were having fun while I was too worried to enjoy it all.