Yes. Again. But not me! Ronnie.
So here's how it went, in his words:
First, I was in a Suburban-driving through a parking lot, when several teenagers (young people/college students?) came at me, trying to get in. I was a little scared and drove away.
Next, I met my wife (peace) who was expecting some big celebrity (queen) coming to what seemed to be the hallway or entrance to a banquet.
We, me specifically, greeted them (celebrity/queen) as she and her party arrived, building great rapport.
Me and my wife got away in a plane. I told her about me being a little scared and she said, "I like to get away sometimes when I'm afraid. Sometimes I call my dad when you're not available."
We flew the plane up and down, left and right, while seeing several other planes in the sky. Also, we seemed to fly very close to other planes and trees, but we were not afraid, or we didn't fear hitting anyone.
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