Lucid Intent? No
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I was in Tucson and had just gotten off a bus near downtown. I walked east along a major boulevard. A Southwest jet flew above. It was listing back and forth and looked weird. It wasn't purple like the normal jets. It was white and had brown lettering. It was flying in big circles around the city, and it seemed like something was wrong. The back end wobbled around as the plane listed.
I kept my eyes on it because I thought something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, it headed straight down to the west. Once I knew it was going to crash, I got out my phone and called Janelle. I told her a plane just crashed and that it was to the west. I didn't know streets. I told her I only had her number and no one else at the newspaper. A small cloud of dust or brown smoke rose from the crash site.
Then I crossed a backyard and climbed a tree to a treehouse. It was more like the platform I had when I was a kid. There was no roof, and there were only sides of three or four wooden beams, not walls. I had two cameras with me -- my digital SLR and my film SLR. There was an odd lens with the film camera. It said it was a 44-44. It zoomed, but somehow both focal lengths were 44 mm. I looked through the camera, and the lens was more like a large 18-55. I didn't see the F-stop on it, but I assumed it was a 2.8.
Someone came out of the house next door with a dog. The dog ran toward the treehouse and tried climbing up the slide. I made noise and banged on the metal slide to scare the dog away. Its owners held it back. Then a teenage boy came out of the house. He seemed angry, so I ignored him.
Then my phone rang. It was Tim Vines telling me something about a court case he had. He said the police found some stereo equipment he had stolen. But he said it wasn't his exact equipment. He said what they found was better than his, but he was going to take it anyway. I warned him that he shouldn't take what isn't his. He didn't understand and said he deserved the upgrade because his things were stolen.
The city looked like Tucson, but it was Amarillo because I called Janelle and thought of the Amarillo paper.