Sunday, August 24, 2014

Going around!

As has become something of a Sunday morning tradition, when Roomie went into the office to write, I took over her bedroom TV and dozed my way to Meet the Press.

This meant catnapping through the local and national news programs, with the predictable results on my dreams...
Brigid had a Grand Caravan with a neat interior; no seats on the left side, and on the right was a single seat behind the co-pilot's chair, a bunk with a nice headboard/bookshelf/nightstand, and then the two seats abreast at the back of the cabin. Everything was very tidy, like the cuddy on a small sailboat. She and I and another person were flying from IND to SEA.

There were a couple of refueling stops along the way, one in western Nebraska at a little airport that felt like some hangars and an FBO in the middle of God's own pool table, and another in the intermountain west of Idaho somewhere.

As we were on short final into SEA through a brutal downpour, the other passenger came up and started chattering at Brigid, who calmly replied "I'm going to have to go around now," and went missed on the approach. Dream Sea-Tac had a pair of parallel runways, and as Brigid fed in the power and climbed out to go around again, I got a view of a C-5B out the left windows, climbing out next to us at a distance that felt like I could reach out and touch it. Brigid was unflappable at my excited gawping.

Later, in Seattle, I was staying with imaginary dream friends at this cool little coffehouse/wine & cheese shop/hippie bodega in this artsy neighborhood of rowhouses and Victorian-era walkups and office buildings. There was worry because ISIS had threatened an attack on America. I was pointing out that surely they'd do something in NYC or Chicago when, over the roofs of the rowhouses across the street, I saw a round object falling from the sky. "Get down!" someone yelled as I jumped behind the ice cream freezer...

13 comments:

TV Norn said...

They say that a weird snack before sleep can lead to weird dreams - -

- - So, was there any sopresatta/feta/garlic spread/tapenade in play prior? just askin'...

Bob in Houston said...

Before I clicky'd the link, I was thinking "a flying Dodge Grand Caravan???" and and thought, yeah, this one is weirder than normal, now a Cessna, eh, not so weird. Heh, is anyone beside me hearing Tam's radio voice now when reading her posts?

staghounds said...

Wouldn't that be unflapped?

Kristophr said...

So you didn't jump into the ice cream freezer?

( cut scene to a chest freezer marker "Good Humour" dropping into Lake Washington from a great height )

mikee said...

So what is essentially a dream about a Steampunk nuke results from sleeping in the same house as Roberta X? Makes sense, actually.

Anonymous said...

I had the same image of a flying Dodge, too. Why Cessna named their plane after a crappy minivan, I'll never know. There must have some other 'C' words they could have used.

Al_in_Ottawa

Brigid said...

The Chevy Suburban has a better glide ratio though :-)

Anonymous said...

Hid behind the ice cream freezer! Where were you, Molly Moons?????
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Garrett Lee said...

At least it wasn't a Pinto. Only car in history to get a FAA certificate of un-airworthiness...

bluesun said...

Was it lead lined?

bluesun said...

Also, I should say that the most fun I ever had flying was in a Caravan flying up the coast of Belize at probably 2000 ft. No security at the airport, and the safety briefing consisted of the pilot (another passenger was in the co-pilot's seat) saying "There's a flotation device in your seat" over the intercom.

Tango Juliet said...

The immediate area surrounding Alliance is fairly flat but you don't have to go very far in any direction to some bumpy stuff. (Well, maybe south.) The northern half of the Nebraska panhandle is some neat country.

The real pool table Nebraska is the eastern third. Endless cornfields with intermittent cows.

D.W. Drang said...

SEA's three runways do, in fact, lie parallel to each other; the third one was just opened a few years ago.

And you described about half of Seattle's neighborhoods.