Grim Reaper on the plane: Auckland to San Francisco

I’m pretty sure I didn’t book a seat on a rollercoaster to San Francisco.  Half of the 14 hour flight was disturbed by what felt like one metre dips caused by turbulent winds, and when I told my friend about this later, he said it actually would have dipped to around 10 to 15 metres – the way the pilot flies the plane just makes it feel like less. I think the lady in my row was crying and praying for salvation.  On the plane I dreamt that the Grim Reaper was on board and touched the back of the heads of each person on my row to kill them.  When he touched my head I didn’t die, and the moment he saw that I was still alive I woke up before he had a chance to kill me.  Unfortunately the nightmare picked up from where it left off when I fell back asleep 30 seconds later.  I had to think myself out of the dream to avoid the touch of death.  I was too scared to go back to sleep, so I watched a movie.  Soon after I saw a man stand up from his seat to get something from the overhead luggage compartment.  He kept standing in the isle for awhile, and it was exactly in the same spot that the Grim Reaper was standing in my dream.  I watched him from the corner of my eye to see if he was going to pull out his shoe to bomb the plane, but we were safe.

Once at San Francisco airport I did several dim witted things that caused me to be the last person from my flight to leave the airport.  Firstly, I did not have the proper forms to depart, so I had to stand aside and fill them out.  I was given other forms on the plane to fill out before arrival, but the form I needed was not given to me.  If I was smarter I would have asked the flight attendant for it.  Then I filled in the form incorrectly – I wrote that the flight I was transferring to was the Air New Zealand one I was on, not the Air Canada one I needed to connect to.  I failed to look at my itenary to check.   Secondly, I thought that my luggage was going to be transferred from Air New Zealand to Air Canada, but I found out they wern’t when the customs guy asked where my bags were.  So I had to walk back past the carousels to collect my bags, which were the only ones left.  I would suck on the Amazing Race.  I would be in one of those teams who are so lagging behind that the producers have to tell us to quit, because everyone else went to the pit stop two days ago on a different continent.