Initially I was on a sandy beach with a geography similar to Golden Gardens only much more expansive and sandy with sand going partially up the hill to the West.

Then up on the hill to the West as the sand faded into normal soil there was a big Chinese housing development that wasn’t finished on the Northern portion.  Oddly, this development included some liquid fuel piping infrastructure such that something like gasoline could be distributed to each unit’s parking space.  The Northern portion had this piping already in place but did not have the housing units completed.  This made it an ideal place from which to steal fuel, something not lost on the Russian Gangs.  These guys were into stealing it in massive quantities to sell and make money.  They were also into preserving their enterprise by eliminating anyone who might happen to find out what they were up to, which I did.

I had some kind of personal helicopter device, it was a device you strap on and it had enough fan power to lift an individual very high, way above the clouds. It had enough thrust that it could lift three people, (me and two hanging on) several hundred feet.  It was a green hybrid helicopter device, it ran off of gasoline but it had a battery pack that would keep it going for several minutes after the small plastic gasoline tank that held maybe a quarter, ran out, so that you could come down gently instead of suddenly plummeting to the ground.

To the South of the beach and Chinese housing development was an urban area of mixed hi-rise housing and commercial buildings in a state of semi-decay.  Some buildings were occupied, some were not.  Some buildings and lots were under construction.  Other lots and buildings were in a state of decay, unoccupied, windows and sometimes parts of walls broken out.

I was in the North-Westerly most portion of the Chinese housing development when I came across a young woman, maybe in her early 20’s, thin, long dark hair, perhaps of Italian descent, who was obviously distressed in an otherwise mostly unoccupied portion of the complex.  Seems that we shared a common problem, both of us had observed the Russian Gang stealing fuel, and they had observed us observing them and had a desire to put us out of our misery.

I used my personal helicopter device to lift us both out of there and set us down in the urban area to the North.  It was there I met her male partner, a young man, also thin and dark but with short hair, wearing a black long trench coat.  We collectively decided to go on a escapade of thrill trespassing using my personal helicopter device.  The initial plan was to set down on the rooftops of some of these semi-occupied buildings however we didn’t have enough lift to haul three people to the top, instead settled for landing on a balcony about 27 stories up.  We weren’t sure if that floor was occupied or not.  We came to kind of a dead end with no external view.  Fortunately, my personal helicopter device came equipped with a drilling device that would drill about a six inch hole through just about anything.  We drilled through walls and found one that was external.  Then we drilled a bunch of holes and kicked out the remaining wall and used it to launch from and go back to a place on the ground.

Once on the ground, I found a place that sold batteries for my personal helicopter device that would extend the electric only operation to about fifteen minutes.  This was great as it would just about double my total flight time.  I woke up out of the dream at this point.