I just woke up from a terrible nightmare. I was on vacation with my boy as a young man and his girlfriend. Somewhere in the Caribbean.

We were at a small airport and I had to get back to Seattle before them, so they were there to see me off.

I got on a plane just before the door closed, sat in the second seat on the left aisle, right behind the pilot. As it took off I placed the things I had in my arms on the fold down table. I had my laptop, my phone, his girlfriend's laptop, and her phone. With a bunch of chargers.

The phones were dead, so I'm scrambling across peoples laps to find a charging outlet, wires going everywhere.

After flying for a while, on the way to Seattle, the plane landed somewhere. I told the pilot I needed to get off to make a call so I jumped off with his girlfriend's phone and the charger. I found an outlet, plugged it in and called my boy.

I told him what happened and all he could say was "Oh my god", over and over. I told him I'd find someway to get her stuff back to them, pulled the phone off the charger and went running back to the plane.

Which was taking off with the two laptops and my phone sitting on the fold down table.

So there I was somewhere, with just a pink phone in my hand, and thank god I woke up!