RobBurson wrote: My plane doesn't even have a stick. You would think this is a nightmare, but I wake up happy.

Whats up doc?

GumpAir wrote:Just remember my motto:

Go ugly early, and you'll never go without!

Gump

DonC wrote:That motto always worked for us at the BOT in Nome

DonC wrote:That motto always worked for us at the BOT in Nome

GumpAir wrote:Just remember my motto:

Go ugly early, and you'll never go without!

Gump

dirtstrip wrote:After looking at these guys you know it's VERY early!

DonC wrote:That motto always worked for us at the BOT in Nome

GumpAir wrote:Just remember my motto:

Go ugly early, and you'll never go without!

Gump

1SeventyZ wrote:You guys are really drunk on the nostalgia here. What the hell was Pat O'brien doing in Nome?

GumpAir wrote:Uhhhhh, Don...

How many "several years" ago?

Gump

courierguy wrote:I had two doozies in the last couple weeks.

In the first I'm wandering around a giant cruise ship, looking for an opening big enough to get the plane out so I can take off. It seems I had just landed in the central atrium, and had somehow mislaid the access point that was obviously there, or else I couldn't have landed in the first place, right? The passengers and crew were all friendly, and no one seemed put out, like it was a no big deal daily occurrence. I had watched a show about the "Empress of the Sea" a few days before, the biggest ship in the world, and no doubt that put the bug in my head. I woke up before the takeoff.

The second dream, just last night, took place at the 17 or 19 K elevation of the Mount Everest highlands, it seems that I had a friend who was a pilot for.... Tiger Woods. It was some kind of resort or something, and as the sun went down Tiger started talking about wanting to go into town. His pilot and I looked at each other, the conditions were deteriorating, the wind was coming up and an already spooky strip was getting even worse. Somehow a few minutes later, all three of us were in the plane, I don't remember the launch, and en route to "town". Tiger changed his mind, and wanted to go a nightclub, again my pilot friend and I just looked at each other. Oh boy, here we go again! Later, with no transition, we found ourselves back in the airplane (the nightclub had bingo BTW) and now Tiger was flying, and the conditions had worsened. I remember the strip being short and steep, and the wind was on our tail, but I woke up before the landing.

I couldn't make this stuff up, it really happened, sort of.

DonC wrote:Wow.... Z I have the same dreams as #1, 2. and 6, but it is night time Dam hope that don't mean I am a closet democrat. Couldn't live with that

1SeventyZ wrote:
My flying dreams almost always cover these scenarios:

1. Trying to takeoff from a city street, taxiing around looking for an opening in the lines and trees.
2. Flying below tree tops and power lines along streets
3. Where is the plane? Anxiety about where I parked it.
4. Arrive back to find plane balled up by wind.
5. Too many pax.
6. Dreams where I am flying without a plane, and having to flap my arms like I'm swimming.

chickenair wrote:I don't dream to often, but I saw this post and had to chuckle

Last night I was awakened by hysterical laughter, followed by my wife saying.."Look at the cats dancing on the tables!" WTF??

A short time later, she rambles several sentences. All I could understand was "The people at the bar are all running across the tables"

So I woke her this morning and asked her what she was dreaming about?? She had no clue.

Sounds like a table fetish to me??

She is really quite entertaining because she does this often. And always something different