do I have a helicopter?
What do you do about a dream that feels so real you're not sure you're alive when you wake up? I've had a recurring dream about flying. Last night, there were elements that were obviously fantasy - when I went out at night to play boardgames with Lee, I wouldn't load my gear in an elongated rack case and put my helicopter on a conveyor belt to travel to his apartment in SF only to be scanned by the tyrannical local government and shot at with bullets I could deflect with a blanket. That part is a bit fuzzy. Nor could the helicopter have turned so small I could pick it up and hide it between some large construction pipes at a site while I was trying to escape from the angry construction workers who had also happened to work at Techshop.
But so many parts felt so real. Not the least of which was my recall of all the other times that I've done this. I remembered my first solo attempts at flying in a field (I don't have a license), the giddy triumph as I took the air, the near-misses. The time I took Elaine up when we were close to breaking up but I was trying to impress her anyways, the test flight with my brother where I tried very hard to seem confident and not crash. This time, I had decided to take the helicopter back instead of getting shot at again and I had gotten lost in the air. I was phoning back for some directions when I finally figured out how to get back, but I overshot and ended up buzzing some construction workers on a segment near a Caltrain station. That's when I had gotten out and tried to hide it on the site before getting out and running partway back home. There was also a detour when I was visiting a co-worker who was having some kind of gay affair with some type of extremely wealthy but loud-mouthed and crude guy. Again, people I had never seen before but felt so real. The sensation of flying though.. that was something else.
It makes me want to get back into one of those 'copters and try again.