I’m on the roof of some high-rise building. I’m speaking to myself in voiceover format, talking about my relationship with my family (especially my grandparents in PR). We’re all eating and having a good time: myself, my cousin Janet, my mom, my sister. Suddenly, we hear a radio broadcasting the fact that a small-engine plane carrying two elderly people in it is about to crash. It’s then that I see that the report is actually taking place right in front of my eyes. The small plane flies over my head and I see an old woman dangling out of the plane. I think this is residual from The Simpsons episode I saw last night.
Either way, I yell out in Spanish: “Ay, Bendito!”