I keep a pretty consistent dream blog on the forum but I haven't posted this one yet, from the other day.
Was on some crappy regional jet. Traveling over some 3rd World Country that doesn't actually exist. Everyone there was into metal music, but didn't resemble your typical metalhead. Wide variety in the population. No one had shoes but they had stages and amps and stereos.
Apparently in this dream-reality, Arnold Schwarznegger had fallen out of favor with the U.S.A. well before the trip I was flying on. He was desperately trying to salvage his dwindling fame, and set up a presidential campaign in this bizarre-wasteland country. He'd boarded the plane, unexpectedly, at a fuel stop. The pilot was a big fan, so he allowed it. Schwarznegger was nervous flying, & took with him a glass cabinet filled with stupid model cars/boat figurines for comfort. Other passengers would ask if he'd assembled them himself, & he'd just get aggravated and call people names, tell them they were pathetic. He worked out a plan with the pilot, to fly low, just above some stage where a huge music festival was being set up. He intended to parachute out of the rear hatch of the plane, onto the stage, action-movie style, to build rapport with the people.
The plane descended, and he prepped himself for the jump. I was a seat or so forward of him, just watching. We were instructed to stay strapped into our seats by the special crossover belts. The hatch opened, & A.S. was unprepared for the pressure change, stumbled, was getting sucked out of the aircraft.. without his parachute. His weird little cabinet tumbled out of the plane & hurdled toward the earth. He struggled to attach his parachute properly, and hold onto the handles on the wall simultaneously.He managed to tangle himself right at the exit, ultimately dangling. His body's position combined with the open door created a ton of excessive drag, and the plane started to rapidly ascend/descend, as the pilot tried to control the craft. I and another passenger got out of our seats and untangled the straps, to free Mr. Action Movie Star. He made his lame little "jump" at that point- though the plane was flying so low at that point he didn't even need a parachute.
Trees tore away some of the flesh of the outer fuselage, exposing the seats in the back rows.
People on the ground were angry, and were hurling rocks and somehow slinging hot tar up toward the plane, and chasing their would-be-president.
A few people managed to get onto the plane itself, grabbing hanging pieces and climbing aboard.
I was still trying to return to my seat/strap in. An intruder was trying to take my seat at that point, and I had to fight him out of it, as the plane began to ascend once more, and not being strapped in would prove deadly. I managed to get back into my seat as this blast of high wind hit me, and I woke up as I fumbled with the intricate seatbelt.
That's the most ridiculous dream I've had so far. No idea why I dreamed about Arnold Schwarznegger. I neither like nor dislike the actor, haven't watched any of his films in ages. Did have a discussion w/someone recently about how he might be a sociopath, though, and talked about watching crappy 80s action films for fun. This dream occurred a couple nights ago after I'd slept quite awhile longer than usual due to a migraine. Like 16hrs. I figure that was a factor.