I was in a house in Seattle, getting ready to go somewhere. Filling my time with little tasks, I went to the fridge for a snack. I pulled out a small green bundle, and as I began to unfold it and eat from it, I realized it was asparagus. Although I usually hate asparagus, something about this little baby bundle version was delicious, and I enjoyed it very much.
I went over to a window in the living room, and looked out to see a hillside with concrete seating and steps laid into it (like very steep bleachers), as well as a fence that ran up the hill and separated two partitions of the hillside. Further up the hill and above the steps, about 100 feet away, was a house and porch. There were people all over the hillside, hanging out, writing poetry, and talking. There were also people on the porch of the house, and I recognized one of them with short blonde hair.
I knew that it was a group of Tribe hanging out, and they kept looking out from the hillside over the house I was in at some distant view.
Suddenly, I woke up and was standing at the window of what seemed like an airplane. Getting my balance for a moment as it rocked slightly, I was confused, sure that I had just woken up from a dream, but not sure why I was standing on an airplane. It was moment of semi-lucidity, questioning my reality and whether or not I was dreaming. I decided to let it go and just continue, however.
I sat back down in my seat, and saw that there was only myself, another man, and the pilot on the plane. They were both looking at me, the pilot turned around on his seat to see that I was awake. He smiled and turned back, and as I looked out the front windows of the plane (it was open all the way to the cockpit), I realized we weren't moving very quickly, and were hugging a mountainside very close, less than 50 feet above the ground and just off the tops of the trees.
We rounded a tight corner of the mountainside, and the vehicle seemed to slide sideways slightly like a hovercraft. Looking out the window, I saw that we were in some sort of hovercraft, as there were no wings. It made an interesting humming sound that subtly vibrated the interior cabin, though it was still very quiet compared to an aircraft.
We continued diagonally up the mountainside and came to two massive buildings, each one a brilliant pastel color, but they somehow gave a stylish and refined impression. Gilded windows with lacy iron frames dotted the sides of the large rectangular structures, and my thought was, "We have arrived at the palace..."
Passing through massive gates, the hovercraft flew into a small courtyard. We landed there, and disembarked. We must have parked it next to several black jeep cherokees, as I had the thought of going back for something but found myself going into one of those vehicles. The other man on the plane knew what I was doing and freed up a cable for me that was plugged into the cigarette lighter and ran to the back of the jeep.
Opening the back passenger door, I reached in and grabbed the cable, and started winding it up toward the front. Then in the front seat, I grabbed the device that the cable plugged into, which looked like a scale model hovercraft. It was yellow, with metal pontoons running up each side that had some sort of jet engines inside them. It looked very similar to a Star Trek shuttle craft, though wider and less tall, and somehow more streamlined.
I turned the device over, and it had a metal stamp on the bottom with a sigil that read EDT with a line over the D like you would see over a long-vowel in pronunciation guides. I knew it sounded like EE-DEET, or Edit said with a thick French Accent.
I took it and the cable, jumped out of the jeep, and woke up.
