I was in a small prop plane getting ready to take off. We were RIGHT outside a trailer-like home [physically could not happen... wing would get in the way] There were two other people with me and we were waiting for the pilot... who was still in the trailer home. We NEEDED to take off now, but he wasn't coming out. My brother stuck his head out one of the trailer windows to see what was going on. The plane had a large glass panel in the side that slid shut horizontally. I asked him to reach out and push the panel in so I could close it. The last thing I wanted was to be up in the air and falling out of the plane. We got it closed and it was suddenly metal with a couple windows.

The pilot came out but didn't really want to fly the plane. I was getting angry. "Well I could always do it... of course, doesn't matter that I DON'T KNOW HOW...." After a long time, he finally got into the plane and it up in the air.

Everyone was gone... it was just me in the plane, and I was the pilot. I'd never had a lesson in flying, but I knew the basic controls. Let me just say, I LOVE flying... and in the dream it wasn't any different. I was doing loops and rolls and just having a grand old time.

I was on a desert hill. Imagine the hills in southern California... dry, scrub/catcus... and powerlines. Then... imagine the hills being... soft... more sandy than real life so they were hard to climb.

I was climbing one of these hills and carrying a smallish remote control plane in my right hand. I remember looking down at how steep the hill was. At the bottom there were kids playing a game in the grass. I kept climbing. I remember looking down at my left hand... it had thorns and stickers in it. I pulled out the big ones but didn't have time for the little ones... I kept walking....

At the top of the hill, the ground was firmer and easier to walk on. There were huge powerline structures that made an errie humming sound. I was right in the middle of them and knew I needed to get away. DANGER kept screaming in my mind as I walked slowly around and over the poles that held up the lines. One spark could blow up the entire hill.

I finally made it out of the high voltage area and, not far away, there was a grassy park... the greenest grass you could ever hope for. I was looking for a spot I could use for a runway... I wanted to leave the area.

There were a few people around and I didn't want to take off around them. I finally found a long, thin strip of grass that wasn't being used and sat the plane down.

There was a family not far away who was doing something... but I can't remember what anymore. I watched for a while before opening the door on the plane and taking out the remote [the plane had a charger inside for the remote]. I took a step like I was stepping into the plane and suddenly I was in it again... it had grown to fit me. The remote had turned into the control panel. I taxied down the lawn and took off.

I was back at the trailer home and it was night. The tiny kid and his older brother [maybe half an inch taller] were missing. My sister brought me two tiny little carrying bags they used to tote things around. I put the smaller one inside the larger and wondered if they were trying to travel from my room [which was another trailer] over to the main trailer. I was amazed [and a little proud] that they'd try... but also very worried.

And then I woke up.