Dream?

Dream? Michel Davidson was on a trip to his grama's house in Brazil. He was flying a jet, which he had bought two years ago after winning a very good amount of money in a competition that they held on an island. The point of the competition was to survive for one month on the island. They did not give him any resources during this time and he could not have any human contact unless …

…it broke, then everything went dark again. Michel woke up soaking in sweat, his heart beating very fast. He looked around. He was in the airplane. Michel opened the window and saw the blue sky. Then he realized that he had been dreaming. He stared at the sky now with a feeling of grace, not bored at it anymore, but happy because he could see it. And then moments later he felt the jet tremble . . .