I'm curious about the collective's opinion on something, because I think I'm not the only one who might experience this.
Let me preface this question by saying that I've been flying for 14 years (on and off), am very comfortable in an aircraft as PIC, and reasonably confident commensurate with my hours. I started my hobbyist flying career in open cockpit ultralights and have always enjoyed the visceral, wind-in-your-face raw element of aviation, but have only had my PPL since 2003. Only in recent years have I studied accidents and flying fatalities very closely, and have had the misfortune of losing more than a couple friends to crashes. I'm quite conservative as backcountry pilots go, more interested in living a modestly exciting life to a ripe old age rather than a very exciting life until tomorrow. I can't really say that I've yet had a flying experience where I really felt like I screwed up or came close to buying it.
Occasionally, prior to a flying trip or even just a planned local excursion the next day, I will experience a short stab of anxiety. Not really tossing and turning poor sleep kind of anxiety, but an occasionally subconscious statement of: "What you're doing is extremely dangerous, and you could die tomorrow." The kind where your eyes open suddenly in a brief respite from REM sleep, and the little voice inside your sense of self-preservation utters: "WTF are you doing, you idiot??"
I do not feel this at all while conscious and awake, no anxiety, no fear, no trepidation. I am a competent and confident pilot, and it comes naturally to me (the simple flying that I do.) I do remind myself mentally not to fuck it up and bend the plane, but that's just par for the course with every pilot I think who makes an effort to avoid complacency.
So what is it that leaks out of the subconscious at night? I've always thought dreams to be the brain's way of coping with real anxiety and processing the memories and experiences of something possibly traumatic, intimidating, or uncertain...or even exciting. I can remember the night after my first ever day of snow skiing, and my sleep was tortured-- All night I dreamed the same sequence over and over of skiing Mt Ashland. It was a wonderful day in my life, but the brain couldn't turn off even after I fell asleep.
Anyone else? This is some real campfire shit.




