I Can Fly a Plane!?!

As I was writing the previous post, details were slowly getting lost of the dream I had during my remaining two hours of sleep from last night. Bad idea! I should have written this post first. Oh well. Here's what I remember:

Oh man! I don't remember how it began anymore! Stupid brain cells! But I am flying a fighter plane as I was recently given a mission to destroy a target but the details haven't been fully disclosed to me yet. Because my dreams don't make sense, I remember details with me being on foot on land and being on the air inside the plane as I was interacting with various individuals.

I remember asking a friend of mine what to expect when they tell me what target to destroy. Does my helmet have a computerized system that shows me where to go? Or do I have to read a map (yes, reading a paper map while flying a plane) or understand where to go if I were given coordinates instead? That bothered me because I don't think I could pinpoint anything if I were to look at a piece of paper.

Then realized that I have not been wearing my helmet this entire time, so tried to put it on but my eyeglasses were on the way. I need to change to contact lenses! This whole time, I was just hovering above around 30 feet from the ground. Yes! A fighter plane that can hover. My parents were below witnessing all this and told me that my contact lenses are in their room, and that I need to go put them on right now before I get the details of my mission.

So, I rushed to their room while they "babysit" my plane. It looks like they rented a place to stay nearby so they can be here for this occasion. First, I went to an adjacent room that used to have a door connected to the bathroom of their room. Instead of a door, it was some sort of fake door/wall. I remembered they recently remodeled some rooms so I have to use their front door instead of using this backdoor shortcut.

I felt the sense of urgency that my mission could be transmitted to me anytime now and I was not even on my plane yet, knowing that my command center will expect me to be on my way immediately once they let me know. I'm supposed to be standing by ready awaiting orders. I found my contact lens case on a round table outside the bathroom. I opened the case and grabbed the left lens. It felt heavy! (It seems like my brain was telling me that heavier = higher prescription... rofl) I remember thinking that there's no way this is my contact lens. I fished around some more and found a couple more in the left eye case. The right eye case was also the same story. It contained multiple lenses. What! why would my mom put all of them in one case? I panicked! (Meanwhile, in the middle of all this, some kid came out of the bathroom and asked me what I was doing... I just sort of ignored him).

Then, I opened my eyes. My body clock woke me up. I wonder what would have happened next if I remained asleep.