December 21st, 2016

In a building, maybe a house. Planes start flying overhead, coming closer and closer. A huge one crashes just past us, and I know it’s aliens visiting. Another one comes right at us, and we go outside. I grab the wingtip and it takes me with it. A column of blue light comes out of the house, and all the rescuers are staring at it. It comes to me and I say my name. There’s a little gray inside.

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