I was in my highschool with my childhood friends from prepschool and we were all heading to the field for P.E but I didn't have socks on so I wanted to head back to sixth form to look through my bag. Suddenly the walk back felt like it was miles away and we were on a quiet street with no proper roads but a housing area. My best-friend and I came across an airport on our way and decided to try and enter. We entered the compound which had a large plane in the middle with stairs leading inside of it. I climbed the stairs and headed inside however the stairs were not stable and started to fall... this is when I realized I was just dreaming and closed my eyes knowing I would not get hurt. I stood up and ran out with my friends and ran back to our P.E class which we were late for and had to change later than everyone else.