I was with my brother and father at a very fancy airport, one I have been to many times but one that does not exist. When you first go inside, there are boutique shops selling large blown glass animals and still-life paintings, as well as those cheap scarves you might find at a fair booth. The place is massive, too many elevators.
You could get lost for days. In the basement, every fast food place in the whole world is lined up on a curving floor-plan. Some flights left from gates which required you to take trails through sparsely wooded areas outside the building, some were miles long and one wrong turn could put you toe to toe with a pack of hungry coyotes.
I was taking one such trail, and I could see the plane through a chain link fence on the other side. A man came up to the fence and told me that this was not the right terminal. I kept looking at the plane and this green moss was growing all over it, the inside was empty.
I turned and ran back towards the right gate, and I could hear coyotes growling and yelling like people in the bushes next to me, but nothing ever emerged. When I got there, the plane was taking off and I had to run up to it. They stopped and opened the door to let me in, like one of those movies where they have to roll over a staircase so you can catch a plane mid-taxi in a rom-com.
Once aboard I was seated in the cockpit right behind the pilot in a small gray Lazy Boy. I was getting comfortable when the pilot decided mid-flight that he was going to quit, so my chair automatically lurched forwards, as his seat ejected out the top of the plane. I was responsible for flying, and for a minute, everything was fine. My brother came up from economy class and I told him he could sit by me but he had to be very quiet. I definitely did not know how to fly a plane, and we took a turn too sharply which led to me crashing us through some power lines, stopping finally in a field.
I had time to dislodge the passenger part of the plane which floated to safety but the front part where we were was badly damaged, and we were far from civilization. We started walking, and the sun was perpetually setting. Finally we made it to a hotel, and I got a job as a valet, we were still living in the shelled out plane and I have altered my appearance, my face is constantly shifting.
Police in suits which were far too shiny came asking around the hotel trying to find the impromptu pilots of a plane which had crashed nearby. I didn’t want them to know it was me who was responsible for the crash because I thought I might get into trouble. They were only looking for us because our dad was worried, but we didn’t know that.