dreaming

i dreamt that my flight was at half past, and i was at twenty past, having left my luggage at a restaurant behind somewhere.
i had two children to take care of, i threw them their luggages and told them to head toward the plane first.
i ran and ran and ran and i never got tired, carrying my luggage, a smaller luggage, and my bagpack. paused for a while, stuffed my small luggage into my big luggage. what? i was only carrying a stack of notes, why did i carry two luggages?
i ran and ran for- where? i didn't know where my flight was.
quickly took out my ticket, T3. where was T3?
i ran and ran, there was a fork in the path, and i took the right.
it was already thirty five past, i had missed my flight. but dare i hope?
approaching the gate, i slowed to a walk.
i see a line forming at the gate.
hm?
jiayi turns to me and grins. "we all opened the windows of the plane so that there will be problems with the plane, so we could wait for you".

in dreams, the impossible happens.