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A photo manipulation scene from a really intense dream I had, back in '06, where I had to save some girl whose parachute didn't open, on a dive through thick fog.

Here's the entry from my journal:
12/17/2006
"Skydive Rescue"
(Had a multivitamin, late, but went to sleep a bit wasted so I don't remember very much.)
There was one part where some friends of mine and I were all at a get-together at someone's house. One of the girls was standing with her back against the wall and I was practically pressed up against her, just spitting a little game. I was doing most of the talking but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

At another point, Todd and I were riding bikes down along the beach, just roaming around the strip, jumping curbs and shit like that.

What I remember most was the most intense part. A bunch of us from the party had gone skydiving. A few of the guys and girls jumped out of the plane before I did. The freefalling feeling was completely realistic and the atmosphere was (too) foggy, so that we couldn't even see the ground, from the air.
As I was falling, stomach first, I looked a few yards below me and saw one of the girls having trouble with her chute. She was twisting and spinning wildly with a small section of her snagged parachute flailing around her.
Immediately I shoved my head straight down and tucked my arms to the side, breaking the wind resistance and beginning to fall faster and faster, headfirst, angled just slightly diagonal to intercept her. By the time I reached her, I was falling so fast that I had to tackle her just to hang on. My momentum caused us to spin into a tight ball, rotating uncontrollably, momentarily, before we were finally able to right ourselves.

I yanked on her chute and pulled it out of the bag, letting go of her body. As the chute ripped her upward, away from me, she screamed something like "HURRY!!!" and I knew she was warning me that the ground was getting close. We still couldn't see the ground though, because of the fog, but when I looked beside me, I saw I was passing the top of a water tower that was barely visible through the mist.
"HOLY SHIT!!" I thought, and I think I struggled for a moment, to find the ripcord.

I threw my feet down below me and pulled on the cord, the canopy taking a second or so to deploy, and I could finally see the earth rushing up at me. I was close enough to the ground that, by the time the chute opened and I felt the jolt of my free-fall ending, I only had about a 6-second glide before I came to a smooth landing. Afterward, I met up with the rest of the crew. The last thing I remember was the girl I'd saved and I, both of us hysterically happy to be alive, telling everyone what had happened in the air.

Description
A photo manipulation scene from a really intense dream I had, back in '06, where I had to save some girl whose parachute didn't open, on a dive through thick fog.

Here's the entry from my journal:
12/17/2006
"Skydive Rescue"
(Had a multivitamin, late, but went to sleep a bit wasted so I don't remember very much.)
There was one part where some friends of mine and I were all at a get-together at someone's house. One of the girls was standing with her back against the wall and I was practically pressed up against her, just spitting a little game. I was doing most of the talking but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

At another point, Todd and I were riding bikes down along the beach, just roaming around the strip, jumping curbs and shit like that.

What I remember most was the most intense part. A bunch of us from the party had gone skydiving. A few of the guys and girls jumped out of the plane before I did. The freefalling feeling was completely realistic and the atmosphere was (too) foggy, so that we couldn't even see the ground, from the air.
As I was falling, stomach first, I looked a few yards below me and saw one of the girls having trouble with her chute. She was twisting and spinning wildly with a small section of her snagged parachute flailing around her.
Immediately I shoved my head straight down and tucked my arms to the side, breaking the wind resistance and beginning to fall faster and faster, headfirst, angled just slightly diagonal to intercept her. By the time I reached her, I was falling so fast that I had to tackle her just to hang on. My momentum caused us to spin into a tight ball, rotating uncontrollably, momentarily, before we were finally able to right ourselves.

I yanked on her chute and pulled it out of the bag, letting go of her body. As the chute ripped her upward, away from me, she screamed something like "HURRY!!!" and I knew she was warning me that the ground was getting close. We still couldn't see the ground though, because of the fog, but when I looked beside me, I saw I was passing the top of a water tower that was barely visible through the mist.
"HOLY SHIT!!" I thought, and I think I struggled for a moment, to find the ripcord.

I threw my feet down below me and pulled on the cord, the canopy taking a second or so to deploy, and I could finally see the earth rushing up at me. I was close enough to the ground that, by the time the chute opened and I felt the jolt of my free-fall ending, I only had about a 6-second glide before I came to a smooth landing. Afterward, I met up with the rest of the crew. The last thing I remember was the girl I'd saved and I, both of us hysterically happy to be alive, telling everyone what had happened in the air.