It was the end of my spring semester. I was so happy to be going home to see my family and friends. At 6 a.m. that morning, my friend took me to DFW airport in Texas to catch my flight. I was booked on American Airlines 365. I got to the airport just in time to check-in and board my flight. I said goodbye to my friend then I boarded the flight. When I got on the plane, I observed something very strange; all the passengers were young and they all looked like college students going home for the summer break. It would be a long journey across the Atlantic Ocean to Antigua. I settled into my seat and found a comfortable sleeping position.
The flight took off safely. A few minutes later the pilot made an announcement that we would be flying into some bad weather so we should stay in our seats and keep our seatbelts fastened. After the pilot's announcement I think I fell asleep because that's the last thing I can remember from 2004. I awoke and found myself still in my seat. But wait, this place was different. I had never seen such a beautiful and peaceful place in my entire life. It wasn't an airport because our plane was the only one there and I could see buildings nearby. Again, I observed