Dreamwatch : Borrowing Wings
I haven't been sleeping well recently, partially due to waking up coughing every half hour or so, and partially for other reasons, so haven't been getting many dreams. Last night, whether because I'm getting better or just through complete exhaustion, I slept long enough to have a dream.
It was a dream of escape. This is understandable given my current situation, the surprising thing was the mechanism of escape and the massive amounts of slightly skewed detail in the dream.
While it was never explained why in the dream, I needed to get north as soon as possible.
My chosen means of transport was an AirTourer. This is a small single engined, twin seat, aircraft with a sliding canopy which the RNZAF had about four of at one point, They weren't the primary training aircraft and were mainly used for training the Air Force Cadets, the real pilot trainees got the CT4 AirTrainers, a much more powerful and aerobatic machine.
For some reason I had no qualms about borrowing one of these craft and flying it North, even though I wasn't a trained pilot, and I knew it was sort of naughty, I didn't think anyone would really mind.
The trip didn't start well, I got on the plane and started her up and then realized I'd pissed off the other people in the hangar with the noise and prop wash, normally we would have dragged the plane outside by hand before starting the engine, as it was quite dangerous to have a running engine in the hangar, and I'd gone and forgotten that.
An annoyed Flight Sergeant waved me toward the hangar door, but then I realized I hadn't even made sure that was open far enough and I didn;t think I could maneuveur the plane through the gap, as these things could only be steered on the ground by applying the brake on one side and not the other.
After a few hair-raising moments I finally managed to maneuveur the aircraft down the hangar and out the back door which was open wide enough.
Then once I was on the taxiway heading for the runway, I realized i'd hit another snag. Firstly I tried to remember the correct radio etiquette to request a take-off from the tower. While doing that I realized that while I could probably convince the Tower I knew what I was doing on the radio, they'd realize I wasn't supposed to be taking the plane because I hadn't filed a flight plan.
Damn, they were going to realize I wasn't a pilot. And f I just took off, they;d call an alert and scramble someone to call me back, and I didn't really want to get into as much trouble as that would cause.
For some reason at that point it seemed that illegally borrowing the aircraft and flying it without being a trained pilot could all be ignored if I had a valid flight plan and no-one noticed that I wasn't really a pilot.
It was while in this quandary as to whether I should shut down and go and file a flight plan or just make a run for it that I awoke.
It was a dream of escape. This is understandable given my current situation, the surprising thing was the mechanism of escape and the massive amounts of slightly skewed detail in the dream.
While it was never explained why in the dream, I needed to get north as soon as possible.
My chosen means of transport was an AirTourer. This is a small single engined, twin seat, aircraft with a sliding canopy which the RNZAF had about four of at one point, They weren't the primary training aircraft and were mainly used for training the Air Force Cadets, the real pilot trainees got the CT4 AirTrainers, a much more powerful and aerobatic machine.
For some reason I had no qualms about borrowing one of these craft and flying it North, even though I wasn't a trained pilot, and I knew it was sort of naughty, I didn't think anyone would really mind.
The trip didn't start well, I got on the plane and started her up and then realized I'd pissed off the other people in the hangar with the noise and prop wash, normally we would have dragged the plane outside by hand before starting the engine, as it was quite dangerous to have a running engine in the hangar, and I'd gone and forgotten that.
An annoyed Flight Sergeant waved me toward the hangar door, but then I realized I hadn't even made sure that was open far enough and I didn;t think I could maneuveur the plane through the gap, as these things could only be steered on the ground by applying the brake on one side and not the other.
After a few hair-raising moments I finally managed to maneuveur the aircraft down the hangar and out the back door which was open wide enough.
Then once I was on the taxiway heading for the runway, I realized i'd hit another snag. Firstly I tried to remember the correct radio etiquette to request a take-off from the tower. While doing that I realized that while I could probably convince the Tower I knew what I was doing on the radio, they'd realize I wasn't supposed to be taking the plane because I hadn't filed a flight plan.
Damn, they were going to realize I wasn't a pilot. And f I just took off, they;d call an alert and scramble someone to call me back, and I didn't really want to get into as much trouble as that would cause.
For some reason at that point it seemed that illegally borrowing the aircraft and flying it without being a trained pilot could all be ignored if I had a valid flight plan and no-one noticed that I wasn't really a pilot.
It was while in this quandary as to whether I should shut down and go and file a flight plan or just make a run for it that I awoke.