I am riding in a bus down a winding mountain road with a group of commandos. We are behind enemy lines. Our leader informs us that we have been spotted. Simply by swapping seats, however, we are able to transform the bus so that it appears to be a normal tourist bus. The leader hands me the "lifeline" and asks me if I know how to use it. He gestures toward the blue, bench-bulkhead where the weapons are stowed. We continue calmly down the road. When we reach the curve ahead we will engage our flight capability and soar off to the top of a distant mountain.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #163: I Am Riding In A Bus.
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