.::Helicopters, Diesels, and Narrow Escapes::.

During a nap I took this morning, I had a very interesting dream. The borders of the U.S. were being sealed permanently, so we were trying to get out before that happened.
My team and I were flying a helicopter and we were being chased. We were so close to making it, but I remember thinking that we need fuel. We began to crash. The helicopter was plummeting straight to the ground. I was the one flying the helicopter. The helicopter hit the side of a building then hit the ground. Here is the really interesting part. I was three places at once. I was a) watching the dream like a movie, b) flying the helicopter, and c) standing on the ground where the helicopter crashed. It crashed at the third me's feet. (I almost woke up, but I fought to stay asleep.) I realized I was dreaming and told myself to take control. I reversed the dream. The helicopter pieced back together, un-crashed from the ground, bounced back off the building and into the sky. I couldn't get it to go farther than that, though. I tried to push it past running out of fuel. It crashed again, but this time I made it not kill all of us. Upon hitting the ground, the helicopter turned into a diesel. The diesel nearly hit me, but I stepped aside. The me that was flying was now driving the diesel. As the diesel passed, I saw a man sitting behind me with a knife at my throat. I jumped onto the diesel and stabbed the man through the glass. The glass didn't shatter. It went through it without disturbing the glass what-so-ever. The man was almost dead, and with the last of his strength he tried to kill the me driving, but I turned around, took his knife, and stabbed him in the top of the shoulder next to his neck. I died right there. The people in the diesel with me I told them to remember how he tried to kill me and that this was in self defense.