Where is the plane?

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checking the wrong spelling myself

 I was sitting on the plan and not sure where we heading to. Then the captain announced that the runway was packed, he could not land yet. He landed outside of the fence and waited for signal from the airport control. He also said, the passengers fee to get out and come back before the plane leave but leave belongings on the plane. I did and some other passengers. I saw myself walked pass the business class. Did mention, I was sitting in the economy class at the end of the plane. Well, I saw myself walked around that huge area, no idea where it was still. There were crowded and then I walked to the Hindu ceremony. I knew that because there were many yellow flowers in the area and how people dress up, the outfits they wore. I was starting to worry as I could not get back on the plane before it left. I had no ID, no PASSPORT, how would I check in the country. HaHa , suddenly, I knew that I needed to have a PASSPORT to identify myself to get in the country which no clue. You the readers, may thing, India? no in my view was not India but yes that ceremony was Hindo thing. I was trying to walk thought the people but not easy then my phone ring. I had no idea where was the phone coming from. I had not grabbed my backpack, my bag with me. Anyway, the first name showed my sister but I could not touch my phone to pick up on time. Myself was tighten in the people. The second name was my dad. I accidentally touch the pick up on dad. He asked, where was I? I said with shaking voice, I could not find the way to go back to the plane? In the distance, I saw more than one plane. My dad appear to my sight in the other side of the fence along people. haha how comes? We were talking on the phone and kept walking to the plane direction. I felt, the distance extended in every step forward, weird! My dad said on the phone and still looked at me, I looked at him and listened to his voice on the phone along my feet stepped. Finally, he pointed to the plan, it was over there for the whole time. I moved my eyes to the front and YES, only one plan park at the curve. It was a huge flower bed with a single big three in the middle. I thanked my dad and run. I was walking pass the business section and people were getting ready to sit on their seat, packing their belongings and put back in the capsule. Yeah, finally I was at my seat and my langauges were still there. Then....I woke up.

Title: The Plane That Wouldn’t Land — and My Dad Who Appeared Out of Nowhere

I was sitting on a plane, no idea where we were going. Suddenly the captain announced that the runway was too crowded, so he couldn’t land. Instead, he landed outside the airport fence and told the passengers we were free to get out, walk around, and come back before the plane left — but leave our belongings on board.

So of course, I got off.

I walked past business class (yes, I was sitting in economy all the way in the back) and wandered into this huge, crowded place. I still had no idea what country I was in. Then I saw a Hindu ceremony — yellow flowers everywhere, traditional outfits, the whole scene. It didn’t feel like India, but the ceremony definitely was.

That’s when I started to panic. I had no ID. No passport. No bag. No backpack. How was I supposed to get back on the plane or even enter this mystery country?

Then my phone rang. I had no idea where the phone came from because I didn’t bring anything with me.

First call: my sister. I couldn’t pick up — too many people pressing around me. Second call: my dad. I accidentally answered.

He asked, “Where are you?” I said, shaking, “I can’t find the way back to the plane.”

And then — somehow — my dad appeared on the other side of the fence, walking with the crowd, talking to me on the phone while looking straight at me. Don’t ask how. Dream logic.

I kept walking toward the planes, but the distance felt like it was stretching longer with every step. My dad kept guiding me, pointing, talking calmly. Finally, he said, “It’s right there.”

I looked up, and yes — the plane had been sitting in the same spot the whole time, parked beside a huge flower bed with one big tree in the middle.

I thanked my dad and ran.

I walked past business class again. People were settling into their seats, packing their things, putting everything back into the overhead capsules. I reached my seat in economy, and all my luggage was still there.

And then… I woke up.