Desperation
I was traveling around the world, and needed to hitch a flight from Paris
to somewhere further south; my friend tells me where I can get a cheap ticket,
but I've already got one; nevertheless I end up living for a long time with my
father running a Chinese restaurant stand... eventually I rush to the airport
and get a plane -- though worried up to the last minute that I won't; on the
plane we take off and I'm having a conversation with the person next to me
until he points out we're flying low, barely over this tower and definitely
not over the next, going slowly and erratically; looking down we see evidence
of war -- a tank crushes a bunch of cars, troop transports rage in the midst
of explosions; we drop lower and I dive out of the plane onto the top of a
speeding white van -- then I get off this onto a mountain bike, hoping
absurdly to finish my journey this way; my front brake seems like it's
catching, I fool with it and accidentally release it completely, pull off
towards the side, noticing that the road ahead cul-de-sacs, surrounded by
ocean.