(Roy Orbison is a favorite of mine.)
Twice this week I've had this similar dream, and I'm ready for VK psychoanalysis!
I land the helicopter at the transporting hospital. My crew finishes preparing the patient and we call for security to escort us to the pad.
(In itself this is a little odd, because the helipad we are going to has been at ground level in both dreams and we can normally find our own way under those circumstances.)
The Security Guard shows up in a crisp uniform looking very professional...
Trim, youthful, and with that Red Hair and ear-to-ear smile
I remember so well.
It's Jackie P.!
I express mild surprise at the fact that it's Jackie, and he amiably shrugs it off... we have to get the patient aboard the helicopter- no time at all for small talk!
When we get to the helicopter and load the patient, I wake up.
Someone please fill in the blanks...
How does this story end?
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Here is my ending to the dream:
Your expert skills with the helicopter get the patient to the hospital and the patient lives.
Good work, GB!
Not being a psychologist, and not understanding my own dreams, I can't do much more than that. To me dreams are just one big Mystery.
I think it means that Jackie P. is thinking about you. Maybe he will be in touch soon; like your cousin in Hawaii. Keep us posted.
Bo
You get in the chopper and see Flygirl is in the pilot seat. You ask her why the helicopter doesn't have rotor blades, to which she says with a big smile "We don't need no stinking rotor blades."
You look to the runway (which used to be a helo pad) to find a large purple tabby cat wearing a helmet and glow in the dark vest. The tabby has glow sticks and motions you to the runway with great dramatic and choreographic flair. Mr. & Mrs. Hawkeye stand with Jackie P, waving and toasting with some kind of greenish drink.
You hear Two Dogs over the Giant Voice clear you for take off. But first, GH puts a bunch of flowers around your neck. Joker wants to know if you can take some of her dogs to the vet since it’s on your way. Indy Echo asks you to pick up some firewood while you are out. It seems like a reasonable request.
Askoka makes sure everything is legal – it is.
As you lift off at mach 20, someone taps you on the shoulder from the back seat. It's Bo! She says "are there any birds up here?" Sara Jean is cleaning the windshield and washing the outside (how does she do that?)
TC wants to know if you can load a couple dozen deer on your runners. Why not?
You shake your head, vowing to stop sniffing glue,,, then you remember you have never sniffed glue. So you vow to stop eating Mexican food before bedtime,,, or lift off,,, whichever is on your agenda.
Remind me not to have a mouthful of milk and peanut butter cookies before checking comments here...
I now have them coming out my nose!
Purple Tabby outstanding. I wish I had a mind like yours. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. My son and I just got back from Texas at midnight. He had to catch a flight to Las Vesgas at 6AM. But we had a great time fishing and deer hunting. Now back to work.
PT, great post... (and now I got my tongue in cheek)...one of the great things about my dreams is that there ain't no stinkin' laws in dreamland... you get to do whatever you want.
:)
Kind of like some parts of Indiana.
GB, did Jackie P. get in touch (like what happened with the cousin in Hawaii)? Has the dream come back again? If so, did it have an ending this time?
PT,
Excellant take on GB's dream. You never fail to amaze me with that mind of yours. You should be writing comedy for someone - but not now, cuz there's a writer's strike.
So far, Jackie is a no-show in real life...
Jack, if ya need to call, I'm in the book!
And the dream has not recurred since telling the tale. Maybe the telling was what was necessary to get it to stop?
In that case, I'll not be tellin' ya the Racquel Welch dream!
LOL Good luck with Racquel, Greybeard!
Staying reality based is highly overrated
I've had vivid dreams off and on for the last few years. At first, it scared me to death -- I called all over the place so see if So&so was still among the living or had been in a terrible accident.
The dreams were so vivid, the "shook up" feeling stayed all day. Soon I realized everything was really okay, my brain was just stuck on video-auto-pilot for unknown reasons. I began to look forward to the dreams sort of like going to the movies. (in the sandbox, it was wonderful benefit)
The dreams are rarely scary and almost always entertaining. There are two or three dreams (with a few variations) that re-occur often enough that I can tell my husband "I went to England last night" or "Norway/Spain/Switzerland/Rome" (that dream is a very confusing but it has some spectacular ice sculptures and shopping)
Then there is another dream that has a combination spaghetti house and carnival rides.
Various classmates show up in the dreams, sometimes relatives, sometimes that blonde guy from Rome the HBO series ;) Hey, I didn't invited him!!
LOL If you figure it out, I’ll buy you an ice cone the next time I go to the Norway shops!
If I see Jack, I'll tell him to get back to you, GB :)) Enjoy your dreams.
TC, if you got your wish and had my brain – two things would happen – you would suddenly have half the brain you have now and you would take a tremendous pay cut.
Joker, funny you should mention writing. GH and I have batted around a story and we are thinking we need to open the plot twists to the VK group. I think it might lead to a very interesting story at the very least. I’ll try to get on that this weekend,,,, unless I have to go to England again,,, I’m always worn out from all the shopping and the plays and the restaurants etc ;))
I dreamed Evel Knievel died. Or maybe he did. Can't tell what is real and what is part of the dream anymore.
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