Yes, a new dream.
Clayton was not a part of this dream.
The dream took place inside a small plane,
lit only by a faint blue glow coming from somewhere mysterious.
There were rows upon rows of pale cushiony seats in pairs,
and the seats were all empty.
...
Well, not quite empty.
If you were there and you really narrowed your eyes,
you might have noticed a certain pink-tinted figure leaning back in a seat,
slumped against an oval window.
So tired.
...
There was no time to think about why he was on the plane
because instantly there came a roar.
The whole dream seemed to shake
as the turbines inside the engines spun
and spun
and spun
like a clock, but too fast.
...
And then Technoblade used the last energy he had left
to turn his head, and his neck trembled
as he stared out the airplane window.
He could see the boxy airport, so far away,
with its blinding lights visible through the massive windows.
And the airport seemed to shift
and new parts of it kept sliding out of view
as the plane kept getting faster.
...
And as the airplane kept getting faster,
everything started to rattle.
He was pushed back into his seat.
And he saw the light radiating from that faraway airport
as it kept passing by, passing by, and speeding up.
and-
Was that a person in there?
...
But Technoblade couldn't react.
He couldn't say something, shake his head slowly, or frown,
because it was impossible for him to move anything except his eyes.
He wasn't even sure if he was breathing.
...
The plane kept speeding up.
The last gates of the airport passed by.
There remained only black ground and black sky outside the thick window,
dizzyingly similar if not for the lights,
so many lights, moving so fast,
like a constellation of yellow stars on the ground
getting absorbed by the impossibly dark fog.
...
So tired.
But he could not yawn.
His eyelids felt like magnets, wanting to be shut
because it is in their nature.
Everything started to get blurry.
...
Then the plane finally reached its takeoff speed
and the last images of life were copied into the brain of the figure in the window seat.
The glittering ground
rotated,
sank,
shrank,
and started to fade.
There were twenty lights,
then three lights,
then zero lights
because Technoblade could not keep his eyes open any longer.
...
Common sense told him that he would never get back to the ground, ever,
but he was far too exhausted to care.
The blue glow covering the cushiony seats started to fade.
The countdown started.
5.
And now 4.
And now 3-
Tomorrow... isn't real, is it?
...
And then there was no light left. Everything just stopped. That was it.
No messages were being sent to Technoblade's dead brain.
No messages were coming back.
A broken storage drive, hooked up to nothing, rusting.
...
It's boring to be dead, isn't it?
...
The two tones of the seatbelt sign rang through the black silence
like a wake-up call.
...
And the dream ended.
...
And now, back to the world of blankets and sparkling water and life.