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Strange Flight with 40s and Hash...

I'm going to be taking a flight. We arrive at the plane and I'm charged with the duties of walking the aisle and making sure that everyone's seats are upright and tray tables locked. I begin to correct people but then I realize that almost everyone is violating the rules. Meals are laid out, cards games are happening. Some people are asleep with their seats back. There's no way I can argue with them all. I figure it's their own damn fault if they can't follow rules. I'm seated by my self on a full flight. Then Dan moves and comes to sit next to me, as does my roommate Daniel. Something is wrong with the plane and we need to switch to another one. This messes up our perfect seating. On the other plane I'm seated in a single seat in the center of the plane, near the front. It's laid out more like a bus, with the pilot in the front, on the left side.
She's quite a firecracker of a lady. She reminds me of the UPS driver who delivers to my work in Ballard.
I've packed a lot of food and feel pretty much prepared but I'm painfully aware that I have almost no battery charge left on my phone and I left the charger back at home. My mom is in the seat behind me and Keira is in my lap. She doesn't have a seat of her own and the plane has started to taxi so it's important that she's safe and secure. I feel confident that once we're in the air, Keira will nap as well as I. It'll be comfy.
The plane is unlike normal planes. I don't know exactly how, but I realize we'll be taxiing for a while. Like the plane has to build up enough momentum to take off. We taxi down Aurora Ave, down the stretch on the west side of Queen Anne Hill. We cruise through a little bit of downtown. Someone in the back of the plane asks if he can smoke some hash. The pilot's response is unexpected. She mentions that she feels like if a person is using it to relieve nausea or other illness related to flying, they ought to be able to use it when and where they need. The passenger from the back asks her to clarify her answer. She says, "Yeah, I think this needs to be a hash-friendly flight." The whole plane erupts into cheering. The pilot says she'll join us as soon as we're safely in the skies. I'm excited as well, as I have a little chunk of hash in my pocket. But I've got Keira on my lap, so I'll have to be sneaky about how I partake. We round a bend down towards Denny. I think this is going to be our final runway, but as we get closer to the edge, we're not going very fast and the plane is starting to turn like it's going to go down the hill. Then the pilot starts to panic and starts shouting that she thinks the engine is going to explode. She comes to a quick halt and I jump off the plane with Keira. My mom is right behind us. We go a little ways down some stairs. I feel more safe over the edge from the potentially explosive plane. Some other people get off the plane too and start drinking. There are 40's and all sorts of big beer bottles being handed around and stashed in bushes. The pilot calls in to the airport to get a repair team sent out. In the meantime, some colorfully accessorized lesbians come to the front of the plane to try and figure out what's wrong.
My mom decides to go back home for some things she forgot. I ask her to grab my phone charger while she's at it. I'm nervous though, because what if the plane gets fixed and leaves before she's back? I won't have the battery power to call and tell her to get back here fast.
I realize we'll be here for a while. I think that maybe I should prepare some food for Keira and I. But then I'm distracted by a small outdoor market next to where the plane is stuck, so we wander over. There are many stickers and other colorful items. Keira is no longer with me, but I feel like I need to purchase something like this for her to keep her satisfied while we wait for the plane. Now the little market is quite large and most of the people from the plane are running through it, drinking and acting like fools. This market is at the Seattle Center, like a festival or something. There are lots of police around. While I'm browsing, I see some of the other passengers (who have been drinking, I presume), start running from the police. There is a team of 5 police chasing after two black guys. But the police are really incompetent and sometimes the black guys come back to sit down in front of the cops and they still don't have good reaction time, still can't catch these guys.
Then my roommate Daniel, who is also there getting drunk, also gets in trouble with the police and is running around like a crazy person. I feel like I'm stuck between wanting to help a friend, but also wanting justice to be served.
Finally he gives in and pounds a beer but then just stands there, waiting for the cops.
This is where I wake up.

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