Airplane School

Date: 10/28/2016

I had a dream where me and my Friend (Daniel) were wanted (as in the police were after us) but we were at a school. We snuck out but got separated and I came across an pilot school. Just Pilots. It was like a huge circular dome and when I entered (for some reason), immediately on the left I could see people working on an orange plane with yellow wings. One was fixing the cockpit and the other was messing with something underneath. On the other side, was a counter with a woman in grey fixing papers and the hall continued behind her. Forward, there was a plane there. Large, blue and white. Then, a man came over and grabbed me by the arm and said, "you must be the new student. Come on" and he pulled me to a cliff. He sat me on a puppy shaped airplane that was the size of a tricycle. It was brown, and furred too. Around its neck was a collar, and there were propellers around the collar. When I unclasped the collar, wondering what it was for, the propellers also came off, so I hastily clasped it back on. Then, he tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to him. I could see him better now. His face was rugged and his jawline was well defined, covered in brown stubbles, the Colour of his hair. His eyes were yellow. "Alright, rookie, just need you to do the Void for me" he stated, before he returned to this large, metal rectangle on the cliff (I googled if Void was a real plane stunt. It's not.). Did I mention that we were looking over the sea ? And the fact that he was INSANE ? "I can't do this" I thought but before I could do anything, the dog plane started and it zoomed off. I let go of the steering wheel that appeared out of nowhere and screamed, plunging into the needle rocks below the cliff. At last minute, I pulled up, desperately twisting the steering and avoiding the waves. Obviously, everything I was doing was wrong. I flew for a while, then twisted and fell, pulling up at the last second many times, and as I was trying to regain my composure, someone from my other class named Venus (he's a jerk) appeared. He called me and yelled over the roar of the engine, "you suck !" And I got mad. So I flew over and scared him, causing him to fall into the sea, practically murdering him. Laughing victoriously as I tilted the plane and did the "Void", before I returned to the cliff and the coach congratualated me. Laughing in relief that I had survived, I decided flying was what I wanted to do with my life. And then I woke up. Nevertheless, my emotions afterwards were a little bit.....saddened. In the dream, I could feel the wind sending my hair into the air and the smell of the ocean as I flew. I really wanted to dream of it again and fly over the oceans and touch the waves under me. Perhaps soon...