(7/2/07) blue little angels; funniest faces, wackiest names

(Entered in paper journal at 6 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I stood on an airstrip with my family. It was a clear day. We were getting ready to watch a Blue Angels show. The jets stood before us. I was surprised that they were so small. They looked like helicopters, too. They had white bodies and reddish striping. They threw out a lot of clear exhaust.

I was in the cabin of a plane about the size of a passenger jet or cargo plane. And now the little "Blue Angels" jets began flying out the "side door" of the cabin. I somehow figured that this made perfect sense.

Dream #2

My co-worker AS asked me to find a report for her called "Funniest Faces." I was surprised that my company had actually printed an investment report with a name like that. I'd never heard of it before. I saw that it was by a person I'd also never heard of before. I also "knew" that my co-worker DC had written a report called "Wackiest Names."

(11/13/07) missed the flight

(Entered in paper journal at 5:20 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I stood outside on a clear day, possibly with a large group of people, and possibly by a large body of water. I saw a large, grey aircraft like a B-52. Attached to the underside of the aircraft, near the tail (?), were an X-15 and an SR-71. The SR-71 may have been blue like a Blue Angels jet. I excitedly pointed the jets out to the rest of my group.

We were down on some concrete walkway. The large craft (which now had a strange, thin-bodied appearance, like an aircraft carrier) stood above us. I thought I might get into the X-15 or the SR-71.

But now the craft rolled away. I knew it had stopped taking passengers and was now getting ready to lift off. I had missed my chance.

I traveled up to a nearby hilltop with the people around me to watch the jet fly away. The hilltop was largely dark, clumpy, basaltic rock, with some patches of grass.