Hands up who hasn't had a dream about F15’s, UAP’s and a Cadbury’s Creme Egg? Come on, we have all had them. I bet you had one last night. They are just as common as talking in public and your trousers falling down, running away from something but you feel like you're going in slow motion. They are up there in the top 5 dreams. Maybe you just do not remember yours. If so, reading this will refresh your memory, leave your comments below the blog.
I was in my F15 fighter jet but it was ATOL (Aerial take-off and landing). (I do know that an F15 is not ATOL, the only aeroplane is the Harrier jump jet. They are cool, I built an Airfix model when I was a kid). I was with my friend and we descended vertically next to the forecourt shop into two normal car park spaces at a BP Petrol station, they should not have fitted but they did. We opened our canopies and threw a rope ladder down to the ground and descended it onto the forecourt. We filled up the jets with normal petrol, I know that a jet will not run on petrol but this was a dream. We went into the shop to pay and I bought a Cadbury's creme egg. This is based on a real-life experience I had when I was about 17, there is more to the story but it is not suitable for here. This was the only item I bought. My friend did not buy anything then suddenly we got a scramble alert and rushed to our aeroplanes and we climbed up the rope ladder and got into our cockpits and we pulled up the rope ladder after ourselves. I had all my flight gear on me already apart from my helmet because I had to take it off in the garage. I was struggling to put it on, my friend watched all ready to go and the scramble alert was going crazy, eventually, I managed but the faceplate would not lock into place. I finally got it locked and pulled the canopy but it would not shut, we had to take off at the same time as we were not allowed to fly alone. I was getting red lights all over the instruments and urgent commands over the radio so I just took off anyway (I would not recommend doing this in real life you are likely to die). As we got into the air, I managed to close the canopy and we were able to go into a straight line at a good speed. We met up with our wing commander and we flew in a tight formation, if any of you are thinking of the rubbish from Top Gun then forget it this is a serious dream. We finally located the target, it was a UAP (unidentified aerial phenomenon) it was a silver sausage shape not unlike the quantum sausage dream (https://hallucinationsafteracardiacarrest.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-quantum-sausage.html).
I wanted to fire my missiles at it but the wing commander ordered us to not fire anything when it saw or sensed us it sped up. We went to Mach 15 (Mach 1 is the speed of sound which is 1,236 km/h so Mach 15 is an impossible 18,540 km/h, the record is by X-15 and is 7,200 km/h which is Mach 5.83). The sausage sped up even more and upwards into the stratosphere and beyond it was going too fast and was doing some crazy manoeuvres for us to even get close to it.
At this point, I woke up and asked for someone to write it down but everyone was too busy so I closed my eyes and stayed in the dream for the whole day until one of my carers could write it down. The dream did not continue but I could visualise enough of it to write it down at 2 pm.

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