There was an airplane. I was apparently a passenger on it at one point, but I was also seeing the whole thing as a movie. First, I saw the cockpit, where the pilot and some kid who was there for reasons I can't remember (probably from some earlier phase of the dream where it wasn't a plane) weren't aware that all the passengers were gone for some reason. The pilot set it on autopilot and went back to fix something, taking a long time to do it. When he came back, the plane was really close to the ground. Like ridiculously close. Like I thought that the bluescreened-in footage of the ground must have been taken from a car. The plane ended up sliding down a hill and landing in a marsh, slowly floating back up to the top. Cut back to the passengers on the plane, who were back somehow. First, there was some talk about the origins of the Muppets, and how most of them started after the diamond mine. I think what had sparked that conversation was that I had noticed a log in the marsh with some of those sideways fungus on it, which reminded me of Donkey Kong 64. I was trying to look on Super Mario Wiki to see if they had a page for them yet, but I got distracted. I was on a page that had a list of categories of enemies, and I saw one called "Satellites" with the subtitle "Insurgents, Iraqis, and Terrorists." Every time I tried to click on it, nothing loaded, until finally, after about a dozen tries, it worked. Also, while I had been walking across the log, there were thorns that looked like the Yesterbean thorns in Baten Kaitos Origins, and an orchestra was playing that song that Fiona and the bird sing in Shrek, and I had to whistle it. So we were talking about the Muppets, and then there was a Muppet Christmas special that had apparently been filmed inside a house that was supposed to be both Jim Henson's house and my mom's house, though it didn't look anything like either of theirs. It had been filmed from ten to fifteen years ago -- I know because my cat who died a few months ago was a kitten, and was playing the baby Jesus. So after that flashback was over, we the passengers went back to the present. Suddenly it was the people in my dorm (it may have already been them, I'm not sure), and we were going to talk about starting a band. A friend talked me into coming along, mentioning something about a band he liked where one guy played the telephone pole. I told him I wasn't indy enough to appreciate it, and asked how the guy carries the telephone pole around. At the band discussion, there were hamburgers, but by the time I got to the food table, which was apparently inside the hangar at my grandma's old house in Florida, all the full-sized hamburger patties were gone, and there were only mini ones. So then we started talking about bands. Someone suggested a name that was something about a trio, but we realized that there were 19 of us there. I suggested the name "Fighting Vietnam Island", with the condition that the first song on the album explain that we know Vietnam isn't an island. I think eventually we settled on another of my suggestions, which was to name ourselves the first nine notes from the Final Fantasy victory music, in musical notation on a bar. An obnoxious, Prince-style name -- except, unlike Prince, the name actually can be pronounced, by just humming the song. We did however consider using the name "Modernity" if we ever had to have a name. So we got our first album out, and it was apparently sponsored by McDonalds with lots of corporate meddling, because it was an all-kids-songs album, and our logo was now made up of four McDonald Ms against a music bar thing (I don't know musical vocabulary). At some point, probably around here, I, my mom, and my three younger siblings were in a house that was more like our actual house, but still not really. We had a contest where we were supposed to design bracelets out of Legos yesterday and turn them in, and my mom would pick one winner. She picked one, and my little sister said they were hers, even though I knew they were mine and didn't say anything, until after they left when I told my mom. And then we went to a room where there were a whole bunch of goblets filled with sugar water stacked in a pyramid on a table. People were taking them from the bottom of the pyramid, and somehow it wasn't falling apart yet. I cautioned someone not to take a goblet that was directly on top of one that was suspended in the air, but someone did, and not only did it not fall, it floated and spun around in the air. Soon we were all spinning goblets around in the air. The stewardess glibly informed us that it was probably because the plane was in freefall, which was apparently not a concern at all. But then we looked out the window and saw lots of grass that we were in. The stewardess ran to the cockpit to see what was going on, and the camera followed her. The plane slid across the ground into an air traffic control booth that was on the ground for some reason. There were two guys in there, and as the plane slid inside, one of the guys made an overdramatic jump out of the way, and everyone watching the movie laughed. I think that was when I woke up.
