In the Dreamhouse I was at the tiny regional airport and I was supposed to fly a small plane to a meeting of Native Elders, but I don't know how to fly a plane, so it sounded kind of dangerous.

The man at the airport said not to worry I only had to do it once even though I was still scared of landing, but then we were already there. The Native Elders were meeting at the other small airport we landed at, in the small meeting room that was also the office for the airport. It was a good natured event--lots of joking around, like they were retirees who didn't get out much.