I dreamt that I lived with my parents in this strange house that was on a large property. maybe the house wasn't strange but instead was a series of bungalows. there was a wide stepped walkway to the left of it (them?) that led to the back buildings. it had those kind of lights stuck in the ground you can get kits from Home Depot.

I guess I had been away for some time. at school maybe? I got an enigmatic email from my mom that said I needed to deliver the package by 8pm Monday night. I wasn't sure what the package was or where to deliver it. so I talked to her to find out.

there was some plot to blow up a 747. I think it was a cargo plane though. it was dark grey with white writing. to get past the security restriction they had found that the perfect detonator to use was a lightly waxed candle wick. it would show up on security scans as a piece of string, and could withstand the wind outside the plane enough to keep burning once lit. I was supposed to get the string and wax it and deliver it to the bomb makers. the bomb would go on top of the starboard wing with a wick running about 2 feet along the body of the plane ahead of it.

holy cow, I thought, I can't be sure if I do that I won't get caught. even if this succeeded, they could lift my fingerprints from the ash skeleton of the wick. I went off to think about it.

some time passed and I got a lot of reminders from my mom that I needed to do this by the Monday 8pm deadline. I went and toyed in a workshop in one of the bungalows behind the main house; how can I put this together without it tracing back to me? I couldn't figure it out.

I took like a test piece of the wick to some place out in the ocean. I think it was like a big floating set of ships liek in Snow Crash or Mindstar Rising. they decided to use it on some dirigible. they waited where they were on the ocean, and the dirigible passed overhead. when it was in some window overhead was when they would try to blow it up. this failed for some reason.

I ended up going on the plane myself with the candle wick. it was a lot of folded string. it didn't matter anyhow, nothing else was ready. I felt dumb. I thought, ok fine I rode on a plane with string in my pocket big deal. I am running a risk to do something illegal and which I didn't think was physically possible (lighting and keeping lit a candlewick on the outside of a flying jumbo jet). since this required too much suspension of disbelief even for a dream, I woke up.