Monday Morning Dream

Before I woke up, I was in the midst of a rather detailed dream.

I had gone to visit the guy who runs a humorous website I enjoyed in the dream to ask him something. I get there and he lives in a trailer with his maybe 3 year-old daughter and it looks as though they're poor.. but in the pond next to the trailer this guy has built a full replica of an old sail-powered warship with one deck of guns like the USS Constitution. It's all together, just not painted or finished yet so I got to explore the whole thing. When I got outside again we talked about something, then I jerked and looked up as three flights of different jets SCREAMED overhead just inches above the treetops - my ears were hurt, but my adrenaline was jacked and it was awesome. It looked like this guy lived right amid a testing range... not waterfront property, water ON property! =Þ So suddenly there is a God-awful HUGE explosion of flame as one of the jets dropped a massive napalm cannister. Ball of flame up into the air, we felt the shockwave and the heat - I felt like I was getting an instant tan, meanwhile pucker factor was high. A series of other conventional bombs detonated in different spots all up and down the side of his property beyond the pond with the warship. So we're watching this and I'm thinking he's nuts to live here with his daughter. A couple official types show up and we're talking. I look at the pond and there is a UH-1B Huey on its side on the pond in front of the warship. I felt compelled to tell everyone present that my dad had been in the first unit to receive the UH-1H model with the stronger engine and had seen action in all corps as well as spec ops and mike force work. Then I noticed the 1B was drifting towards the bow of the warship and warned the dude. We were tense for a minute, but when it hit it didn't damage anything. Now the jets are pulling low-level maneuvers and one of them tears ass under some electrical wires on a street. His buddy tries to pull off the same move, but sheared off his entire rudder. The jet didn't immediately crash or anything. He managed to pull it off for a while since the base of the rudder was still there. But when he tried to come in for a landing at the airfield, the lower speed and higher angle of attack on his landing approach made him lose control of the yaw and the jet crashed before he could eject.
So now I find myself downtown in the top of an airfield control tower which looks more like a 70s office with a bunch of cheap chairs. Not sure what went on there, but I gave a statement - probably about the crash.
I end up back in my neighborhood, but its not the real neighborhood. I'm walking down from the back entrance to the neighborhood, but everything is much farther spaced apart and it is a long trek. The houses are also now mansions in proportion and I feel as though I must be quiet. Somewhere in here as I am coming down the hills I see a plane in the distance - it has two engines - but the right wing has lost a few feet! It is flying ok, but has to land. I end up at some weird place that could not be a real airfield - it's more like a nook or bend in the mountain - but the plane comes in to land... lands... but now it tears off it's LEFT wing and cartwheels sideways. It comes to rest and they pull out this teenager kid who is scared crapless because he had lifted his dad's plane without permission! D'oh! lol. But he's alive. I end up shopping in a toystore for some kids now... yeah, magically transplanted yet again...I'm looking at GI Joe's and thinking to myself "where are the cool old ones? these here are silly!" I keep looking and I find a section of the store where they make custom play houses for kids... like life-size wooden mock-ups of tanks, planes, bunkers,etc.... it was tres cool. Think Wal-Mart meets Home Depot?? I end up flirting with a seductive slender blonde woman with long sexy legs and a hot skirt and suddenly I'm back in my neighborhood... at her house? Weird (but obviously rather satisfying!) I eventually leave to go home, and as I'm walking down the street and around the sweeping bend in Wisk-key Wind where I see the house.... that is presicely when I woke up.

I SO wish we could take digital pictures in our dreams. I would have some AWESOME galleries! It would also be a great way to spark memories of some of my dream stories.