Long dream last night, years and years passed before I woke up...
Bobbi and I went to visit Brigid, who was staying in a little apartment remarkably similar to the one in which I lived in Virginia Highlands. She was living there for a year because she was doing some TDY secret squirrel thing or another and could hardly wait to get to back out in the country. It was a cute little neighborhood with lots of sidewalk cafés and a climate like Atlanta in the spring. In fact, it was a lot like Atlanta in the spring, what with the magnolias and dogwoods, except flat, and with a canal like Broad Ripple.
Then I was late for a plane flight and was running down the jetway and they had just closed the cabin door and opened it back up for me. The plane was only about 1/3 full, and so everybody was staring at me as I boarded, since it was obvious who held up the departure. This is one of the more esoteric variants of the "giving the book report nekkid" dream I've ever had.
The plane flew a route that would have been more appropriate for an FB-111 trying to penetrate Soviet airspace than a little commuter jet. I was looking out the window at trees flashing past for a lot of the flight, and at one point the pilot was banking over a lake and I was idly wondering if he was going to drag that wingtip and send us cartwheeling.
When we got to Imaginary Generic Dream City Destination, I was at the same hotel as the pilot, and he kept hitting on me, but I was for some reason absolutely oblivious to all the really oblique pickup lines he was using until he practically drew a diagram on a cocktail napkin.
Then I woke up and it was time to go make coffee and feed the cats.
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Dreamliner pilots are supposed to run hot.
I'm back on malaria prevention pills... what's your excuse? :p
I had one the other night that involved an NES style video game involving weiner dogs. It's up there with the singing kitten from Texas when we started the first round.
Tam,
I've been in your shoes (they are pretty tight on my feet!) and thus have a suggestion. Have a HVAC tech check your furnace. These vivid dreams with a hallucination factor are generally best explained by either a faulty furnace giving off one off those deadly carbon type gasses or an industrial strength size dose of LSD!
TAMARA
YOU MIGHT SLEEP WITH AN OPEN WINDOW
HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING A JOURNAL ?
WHAT DOES THIS DREAM MEAN TO YOU ?
DID YOU NOTICE THE DIAGRAM THE PILOT
WAS DRAWING FOR YOU ? DO YOU REMEMBER ANY PARTICULAR DETAILS OF THE CONVERSATION WITH THE PILOT ?
HOW DOES THIS DREAM MAKE YOU FEEL?
WE SHOULD DELVE FURTHER INTO THIS
a route that would have been more appropriate for an FB-111 trying to penetrate Soviet airspace
And me listening to 'The spy who came in from the cold' this weekend. Ah, those were the days.
I still have trouble making my kids understand what that was like.
the only thing that made sence is thepilot hitting on you. Only a moron would NOT hit on a beautiful lady! esp if he knew she is single!
Walt
"The plane flew a route that would have been more appropriate for an FB-111 trying to penetrate Soviet airspace than a little commuter jet."
Ah, you have been in one trying to land in heavy weather I see... Quite spry when unloaded.
I'd pay extra to have the driver of the executive mailing tube fly it like a Firefox.
Flying in dreams is always about sex.
Of course, to a Freudian, everything in a dream is about sex.
I remember entire years of my life where every dream was about sex, so maybe the Freudians are on to something, at least regarding teenage boys.
As to Tam's dream, the most interesting part to me is the gloss, the elipsis, the non-seque from visiting Brigid to boarding the flight.
You and Bobbi went to visit together, yet only you left. What's up with that? Bobbi leaving half-filled glasses of forgotten milk on the coffee table again? Looking to find her a new home?
I worry.
"As to Tam's dream, the most interesting part to me is the gloss, the elipsis, the non-seque from visiting Brigid to boarding the flight."
Oh, no, a bunch more stuff happened in the interim; this is a synopsis.
In the middle of the night the alarm went off, still on some far place's time zone. Apparently I slept through it just muttering softly in my sleep "pickle. . . bubble. . fire truck" until someone turned it off.
I don't remember anything. Must have been a good dream
I'm sure Navigator's a great guy and all, but his ALL CAPS POST above creeps the feces out of me.
HAHAHAHAHAH, I had a similarly odd dream about flying the other day.
In mine, the pilot decided to land the plane on the freeway and drive for part of the way, for no adequately explained reason (dream logic!) and, yes, somehow we fit on the freeway, not taking out other cars with the wings / engines / etc, or smashing the tail off on overpasses and highway signs. And then we blew past a bunch of cop cars at 300 mph, and they tried to pull us over, and so the pilot just took off again...
I dunno. It was odd, but as my dreams tend to go, this was definitely one of the more pleasant.
Matt G: Yeah, my hypothesis is that NAVIGATOR is accessing the WWW over a Model 28 Teletype hung on the end of a 150 baud modem. The 6 bit character encoding lets him read things almost as fast as if he were on a 200 baud modem with full 8 bit character encoding. (But really, how often do you need high ascii anyway?)
Either that or he's blind and reading VFTP on a TDD and I'm a big fat jerk.
My vote is for malaria meds. Although I only had to take them for a week.
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