I was in a house, several rooms all connected, looked like brick flooring, or red tile in some of the rooms. We were going to move in, a young boy, appeared Asian, had mopped all of the floors. Then it seemed like there was an airplane parked over the house. The cock pit was positioned over the kitchen. There were men climbing into the cock pit via a ladder. I heard the engine start.
As I was waking up, I heard someone say, that was the house we looked at on Queen Street, Somewhere USA.
I have encountered several people whose relative were in the Air Force during WWII or they themselves were in the Air Force. There has been a great pressure on my brain from this. When some of these people were disconnected I began to feel some relief on the top of my head.
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