this was a dream I had last night. It started happy, and in sepia tones, with those first draft airplanes; the happy ones with paper and sticks for wings and whatever. so it went thru the evolution of the plane kinda, until the end part where i was in some field, and the sky was red. There was this silhouetted treeline, and jets flying overhead.
They were all WWII fighter jets, the kind with shark teef. One flew right low, towards me, shooting at the ground while I tried to run from it.
I think my subconscious was telling me planes with guns in WWII were scary and you can't out run them.
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