balban's Dream Journal

The dream began just as I was landing on an airport runway. Though it didn't seem strange to me at the time, I wasn't flying an airplane... I was the airplane. I felt my wheels touching the ground and the weight of my body slowly getting heavier and heavier as I slowed down. I could feel my props turning.

Then I turned around and took off again. I felt my weight flowing across my outstretched arms just as I left the ground. I could feel myself vibrating from the roar of my engine. I felt the wind buffeting me around. I turned again toward the runway. Slowly descending, I had to bob and weave my way through trees that were popping up in front of me. It didn't make me nervous, but it just felt like something I had to do.