Gettin' recursive

[kinra]

So, the dream consisted of somehow being Nicolas Cage in Lord of War and trying to procure an F-16 that could transform into a Harriet jet. (To impress some girls, I think. Though they were no longer interested in the jet at that point, but the objective had become more important than its business driver.) Somehow I knew how to fly it, though my co-pilot was Tom Skerritt.

I had figured that was pretty weird, so I decided to dreamblog it. I started to type, and then woke up, because I had been dream-blogging within another dream.