We were taking off in a passenger plane heading … (somewhere), when I looked out my window to see this enormously long plane taking off on another runway. I knew what this had to be. I'd seen pictures and I'd read articles, now here I was. I get a front row seat to watch the real thing. That plane thing was going to be the new arm of the space station being built. It looked big, but it was even bigger than it looked. It was easily as long as our whole runway, and our plane would probably been hidden in the shadow of that tail fin - it was that big if not bigger.
We were already in the air by the time the front end started to lift off the runway, but by then things were evolving quickly. This thing looked like a plane that had been stretched really long, there was even maybe a hundred or more little windows all along the sides. The front two thirds or so was silver like most planes without any decorations. The back third was dark blue.
We were still climbing when the front end of that thing seemed to reach takeoff level and the back end left the runway, but the front end still climbed up higher and higher, until it was pointed almost straight up. You might think it would just take off from there, but the ride was only just beginning. I wouldn't want to be a passenger on that plane, though no passengers were on there. I wasn't sure about cockpit crew; someone had to drive that thing once it got up there.
It was pointed almost straight up when the back part, the blue part broke away and dropped down. That was like the push needed to make the rest of it start to flip over onto it's back. It looked like a disaster in the making, but in reality it was carefully orchestrated.
Connected between the two parts was an enormous bungee cord that would probably have dwarfed the circumference of this plane. At a point where it looked like the bungee cord might interfere with how fast that upper part of that 'thing' was trying to swivel, a weight popped out of the end of the blue part, and it snapped around in a viscous arch, yanking the bottom end of the silver part of that plane around and hurdling it hard for the upper atmosphere. When it had whipped all the way around, and the front end was pointed up again, the bungee cord yanked a framework out of the bottom of the silver tube.
This framework folded out into what looked like some kind of landing gear, only that wasn't what it was.
Even though our plane had continued to climb to cruising altitude, this other craft was now above us, and when that framework had totally folded out and locked, the engines fired.
Suddenly - the next thing I knew - I was looking out my window at the tops of a lot of trees, and they were WAY TOO CLOSE. I guess we'd been pushed out of the sky. I fully expected to be kissing those trees very soon, and then kissing my ass goodbye, but the pilot righted us and we started climbing again.
You guessed it - I woke up then. What do you think?