tales from an ordinary world

2002-03-11

[after lamenting that I hadn't remembered any dreams lately, now this.]

Dream: We're out in the country somewhere, a family holiday I think. It's morning, and it's overcast, There's a nice field of grass outside the place we're staying in. Nobody else seems to be around. We're up high, too, I think there's a cliff-face at the end of the field.

So I'm wandering outside, just looking around, and there's the roar of a jet engine overhead, above the clouds. I look up for a while, though, wondering what it is (indulging my boyhood love of most methods of transporation). Eventually it reveals itself through the mist, although it's not any "normal" kind of aircraft, rather some experimental-looking thing. The clouds move away but the aircraft stays, circling and cartwheeling through the sky. I realise I have my digital camera on me, so I try to take a few photos of it. Suddenly the air's thick with aircraft, and I find myself being pursued by helicopters.