I saw a plane. I see alot of them in the city I live since I live closest to a regional airport, but it was flying. And I was imagining myself going on my trip to paradise when I had a job and money. I almost wanted to cry because it's like a sweet, sweet escape or time out from the prison asylum ward that is the US and all the s### I have to deal with and avoid, such as staying in from 9 to whenever, though I don't go out except to food shop, so once weekly, so I'm not a victim of crime.