Dreamed I was stuck in various airports between Florida and the virgin islands. There was some psychological experiment going on that we hadn't been informed about, though after being herded between two different planes and flying back and forth between two locations over and over we began to suspect something amiss. I kept thinking about that godawful Langoliers movie. There was a man on the plane in a blue velvet suit that seemed to be orchestrating it all; it seemed the others already knew him, but I did not. I got a cult leader vibe from him. He would stop by each row on the plane and say to each of us, "Everything is FINE!! Please take these gifts." He took all of our belongings. When we finally landed and were released for a while, I was determined to go to the top of some specific clocktower in the city we were in. I kept whining, "I just want to sit in the clocktower and be alone with Susan Sontag :c" (I had a Susan Sontag book with me) There were green mountains and palm trees in the distance surrounding the somewhat gothic-looking city and people kept pulling me here and there, wanting me to go with them. I think some of you were there but I don't remember who.
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