As you know yesterday there was another horrific plane crash. I was engrossed in this for a better part of the morning, and frankly a bit concerned as we are scheduled to fly to Tampa via Newark this Saturday. So this was on my mind.
Then last night I watched Monday Night Football. So I got to listen to Dan, Al, and Dennis blather on about truly mundane and pointless stuff, plus watch one of the most convoluted endings to a game that I have seen in a long time.
So last night I go to sleep, as is my wont, perchance to dream. Sure enough I am soon in a blissful little dream world. We get on our flight and I see Dennis Miller, dressed in a captain’s uniform, walk into the cockpit. Then he comes on the loudspeaker and starts to do a mix of the “Welcome to flight XYZ” spiel mixed in with his MNF schtick. I start to get worried and try to get off of the flight (through some backdoor like on a C-130 cargo plane), but I see that the plane has departed from the jetway. Now Miller is prattling on about this and that, and excuse him if things are a bit shaky but this is his first flight. I look out the window and see that he is now driving the plane down one of those spiral ramps like in a parking garage, and frankly there is more than a bit of scraping going on. I remember thinking to myself, “well, for his first flight he’s not doing such a bad job, perhaps we’ll live through this.”
It was about then that my logical thought processes somehow overruled the dream command center and said this is a silly dream, it can’t possibly go well and we’ll have no more of that. I woke up briefly then went back to sleep for an hour in dreamless bliss before my alarm woke me up.
Just thought I’d share and ask if this sort of thing happens to anyone else, where the days events come impinging upon your reverie?