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Aug. 23rd, 2019 11:38 amI don't remember ever dreaming about driving- once I remember dreaming that I was at the wheel of a car, but that was a dream more about what I saw out the window, not what my hands and feet were doing.
Last night I dreamed that I landed a helicopter in the parking lot for the Orient Heights T station. And then wigged out because I had forgotten to turn on my radio, at all. I turned it on, picked up off the ground- I remember adjusting the throttle and raising the collective- and as I looked for a clear way out of the parking lot without getting too close to the cars I wigged out MORE, because how could I have gotten this close to Logan's airspace without anyone on the radio demanding to know what the hell the lunatic in the R22 was doing flying into or under Class B airspace without identifying themselves, let alone asking for clearance...
I had lined up a climb over the trees to get out of the parking lot when I woke up, but there was nothing on the radio beyond everyday tower-to-pilot calls going on, and no one coming after me on the ground, either.
Last night I dreamed that I landed a helicopter in the parking lot for the Orient Heights T station. And then wigged out because I had forgotten to turn on my radio, at all. I turned it on, picked up off the ground- I remember adjusting the throttle and raising the collective- and as I looked for a clear way out of the parking lot without getting too close to the cars I wigged out MORE, because how could I have gotten this close to Logan's airspace without anyone on the radio demanding to know what the hell the lunatic in the R22 was doing flying into or under Class B airspace without identifying themselves, let alone asking for clearance...
I had lined up a climb over the trees to get out of the parking lot when I woke up, but there was nothing on the radio beyond everyday tower-to-pilot calls going on, and no one coming after me on the ground, either.