The plane resembles a large waiting room. While I'm waiting for take-off, my teeth start to fall out, one by one. I think I should get off the plane and head to the dentist, but the flight attendant urges me to stay, asking me, "when do you get the chance to go to outer space?" The teeth continue falling out, but I just clench them in the palm of my hand. They look like kernels of corn.
After the flight is underway, I get up to explore the rest of the plane. There are different rooms and lounge areas. It's a really spacious and luxurious way to travel: sort of a mix between a Star Trek spaceship and a first-class train.
At some point, I realize I'm being followed. It's my mother and a bunch of security guards coming to force me to return to high school. I start to run through the halls looking for an exit. I fling open the doors to each room, but each room I encounter resembles the previous one. I panic as I start to feel like I'm caught in a loop.
As I loop back through the same room for the nth time, I spot a mirror on the wall that wasn't there before. I pause and look in the mirror. In it, I see myself alone in a different room with a box labeled, "EMERGENCY WAKE-UP KIT." I cautiously walk toward the mirror and make the motion with my hand that would enable me to pick up the mirrored image of the kit. As soon as my hand touches it, I wake up.
