I almost forgot this dream I had a few days ago. Like all dreams, it’s not that interesting, yet almost forgetting it and then remembering it makes me want to write it down.
I was flying at night in an open one-person helicopter. I was following a river, and then there was a big fork coming up.
Somehow, the river had some influence on where the helicopter went. So, I had to make this big turn at the right time, like hitting a railway switch, and I was elated when I made it.
Shortly afterward, I was like why did I care? I’m in a helicopter. I can go in any direction.
I went past Illinois, and to the west of Illinois was Michigan somehow. I got worried that I wasn’t going the right way to my destination. Also that I didn’t know what my destination was.
I think I woke up after that. Maybe the most significant aspect of that dream was that my brain really cranked up the “you really are flying” vibe.
Then last night, I dreamed that Bonus Cat was lost. I went into the basement and ended up in my old condo’s basement. There were three huge (3’ long) rats with blood-matted fur. I froze, and they froze. The dream ended in that standoff as far as I know.