Crazy Dream
Crazy Dream
My family and I planned to take a trip from our hometown, Alert Alabama to Chicago Illinois for the weekend. Our lives are very earth, very basic. There are four of us. Our name is the Tuckers and we live on a farm. Or I could say we rot on a farm. My name is Andy Joe Tucker and I am 18. Life is very boring there in Alabama, let me tell you, man. Our idea of fun is throwing knives
at pigs as they run around the pin in my back yard. We figured it is too hard to please ourselves all the time, so we planned on letting “run run run hustle bustle” atmosphere of Chicago please us for a weekend. We love Chicago and go there once a year. That Friday morning in July our airplane lifted from the ground. The flight began smooth and the plane was new. The air was fresh and the sun was bright, man. That all changed the moment the plane smashed and burned into the streets of the Chicago city.
We were in the air and the sky was truly of heaven, bro. I felt as if I was with god gliding across the sky. The captain comes on the intercom and announces we are approaching Chicago but there seems to be a problem, man.
He announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having difficulties contacting the Airport down below. Please stay calm while we await a signal that it is safe to land.”
A thick and gruesome layer of muck and filth lay over the city. Looked like a damn pile of hay swirling around there yonder below. I cannot see the cotton picking ground for the life of me. The muck looks of something out of this world and all quite magical, man. The plane is circling the city with still no radio from the airport in return to our calls. Twenty minutes goes by. Suddenly, my chair becomes incredibly hot, so hot I start to scream. I look around and notice everyone in the cabin is having the same problem. I look down to unbuckle my seatbelt and get the hell of this seat when I realize the buckle is gone, MAN! Literally the buckle is no longer there, just the strap of the belt. I am trapped. In the middle of this excruciating dilemma of my seat and the cries of my fellow passengers, the planes nose goes vertical facing the sky, dude. I am thrown deeper into the burning seat. Then some force sucks us. I could tell we were being sucked because the planes engines were still running heavily and trying to fight the force pulling us down to earth. The force is too strong and the plane gives in, man. I was so scared, oh man. We go plunging to the earth below. Everyone is screaming, crying and burning from the blazing hot seats! I have never seen so much pain in the face of any other person than my mother at that moment. We all felt as if we were burning alive, man.
The plane enters the muck surrounding the city. Boulders that are swirling around in this muck smash our plane in two, bro. We hit the ground soon after this. The plane burns and burns. Everyone is dead. I am the only survivor of the crash. I am, for some odd reason, unharmed. Can you believe that?
I am no longer in my seat but in the aisle of the burning plane. Standing up, I put my hands on a dead person to help myself become erect from the ground, dude. Dead smashed bodies are on fire everywhere, man this was crazy man! I walk out to the great opening that used to be the other half of the plane. I have no idea where the other half has landed. As I enter out into the street of Chicago I notice there is no one around. No cars, people or newsstands are around, man. The regular city is not so regular right now. I begin to walk, man. Man I walk and walk block after block. The city is completely dead, man.
I walked so far that I couldn’t walk anymore. I felt like a freakin ox, man. There is a bus bench on the sidewalk so I sit on it. I sit and wonder what has happened.
“Ok, so dude the plane crashed and I am the only one alive. No one is around in this huge city. This is freaky, man.”
The atmosphere in the city was so still I felt I was in a dream. There is no wind at all. Visibility is troubled because of the huge dust blanket over the whole city. While sitting at this bus bench, completely out of nowhere and unexpected, a bus begins to come down the street. It pulls up to the curb where I am sitting. The doors open really slowly. I stand up facing a young girl in a white dress, man. Her face is very pale.
The little girl whispers, “Are you my daddy?”
Dude, I am barely able to speak and reply, “Nah baby I ain’t your daddy.”
The girl then falls into tears and turns around