I awaken on an airplane, but we are four hours into the flight and it was only supposed to be two hours. I ask the other passengers what is going on, and they don't know, but they are scared. The cabin is a large empty room with seats around the edges, but the doors to the cockpit are securely locked and no official personnel can be seen. Out the windows all we see are clouds, but we seem to be ascending.

It's apparent that there is some sort foul play afoot, and I wonder if it will all be over in a flash, with nothing left but a report of some Americans killed in a plane crash.

Then the plane is buzzing low over a crowd, like a river of people. It is night, and I can see the lights of buildings and bridges. We fly very low, plowing through some of the people, who appear Asian, but the plane doesn't crash.