Nazrax

Helping my parents
I'm in the kids' bathroom (which is as it is in real life), getting ready to take a shower. I check my phone and see that I need to move quickly - Mom stayed with us last night, and she wants to head home soon, but first she wants to go to the store with us to get something.

Now I'm downstairs in "my house." I'm working on some kind of balance transfer from eBay for Frank. He's been selling stuff, but the money has been accumulating in his eBay account and he can't figure out how to transfer the money out into his bank account. Now I'm holding a bunch of printouts of emails from eBay which should document the amounts and accounts involved. I remember that some banks have a minimum deposit, and I don't know if this will meet it, so I think it may be necessary to make a withdrawal and then immediately redeposit it, plus the eBay stuff, so it'll go through. Now I'm printing out a cashier's check for $90 - that plus the eBay stuff will exceed the minimum. As I'm looking at it, I realize I should have ensured that the documentation I have (the emails) is enough - it seems kind of flimsy, and it would be a pain to have requested the cashier's check for nothing.


A strange day at school
I'm in a small classroom with only my oldest daughter, oldest son, and our physics teacher. I'm listening to him with only half an ear as he drones on about something. He's standing at the head of a short rectangular table. I'm sitting to his left, and my children are sitting across from me. He's going on about something, but it doesn't make any sense. I hope the book will be clear enough to figure out the contents of the lecture and do the problems. Now my children are doing the problems in their workbooks. While I was distracted, it seems the teacher finished his lesson and gave us the rest of the period to get started on our homework. I keep doing whatever it is I'm doing, since I don't actually have the workbook with me, and I feel a bit embarrassed about it. Eventually I look in my backpack, on the floor to my right, just to make sure - and it turns out the workbook was there all along. Whoops. I get it out but then can't find anything to write with; I end up borrowing one I find laying around somewhere.

Now I'm outside class talking to my daughter. She says the teacher is really well known, that he's currently second in his field. She says something about the intermediate competition she and her brother are part of, then wonders what it must be like to be in advanced like I am. I have no idea what's going on at all, so I say something generic.

I look around and see that we're in a clear grassy area which is surrounded by trees and which has a scattering of small buildings. As we're talking a strange plane comes in view. It looks like just the fuselage with no wings, though in the dream I'm not at all surprised by its appearance. I am surprised by its color scheme - it's got a kind of yellow/black check, so I assume it's some kind of taxi service. The most surprising thing about it is that it's moving every which way and is sometimes on its side or even up-side-down. I point it out to my daughter, who turns around to look at it. I get more and more worried as it heads our way. We're the only two who see it, so eventually I call out a warning as loudly as I can - something along the lines of "Look out!!!" - and it crashes in the middle of the clearing. Most of us start to run towards it, to see if we can offer aid to anyone inside, but a man with a very commanding voice orders us to keep back, then less loudly explains how important it is to wait for it to cool down. Someone else says something about a majority of airplane deaths being caused by inhaling poisonous fumes.


Fragment: During WW2, an injured soldier is being shown a black and white video of a little American plane taking down a much larger enemy plane.