With apologies to Colin Meloy

So I dreamt I was an architect, and I was touring the skeleton of my newest building. Part of what made it so strange was the fact that everything was happening quite normally. I looked out the side of the elevator as we rose above the city, the sun transforming the steel girders into gold. A gentle breeze wafted through them as we walked out onto what would be the top floor. I probably should have been surprised the wind wasn't stronger. The engineers brought me up to speed on the progress of construction. Everything was ahead of schedule, but I didn't catch much else. I was distracted by a little black dot in the distance, moving a little sporadically. It grew and began buzzing louder and louder until it flew right past us. A big old propeller driven bomber from World War Two. As it passed, I made eye contact with the tail gunner, and then I woke up.