Flight Prep
I dreamed of a hotel with many cute women running around in jumpsuits. White with quilted details on the arms and legs, horizontal rolls about an inch wide in a stripe about 3 inches wide. The quilted sections were in a powder blue or a bright yellow. One of the women was a friend of mine, someone I don't recognize from my waking life, but I've seen her in my dreams quite a few times.
My friend was sharing my hotel room and was worried that I wasn't dressed in my flight suit. She rushed me off to get ready for our test flight. I was going along, but had already slipped into the mode of thought where I was more observer than participant, so I didn't have any idea of what flight she was talking about.
Back in the hotel room, which looked more like a rather spartan dorm room, I got into my flight suit. My suit was a little bit different, it was charcoal gray, and the quilted areas were actually some sort of pressure suit arrangement. I had electronic connections all over my suit, and was somewhat surprised that I had similar sockets all over my head and down my spine, at the back of my hands and the tops of my feet. The connectors were a little bit painful as I snapped myself into the suit.
The suit filled with a warm pressure that took some of the pain away, and made everything feel snug and just a bit too warm.
"I hope the ship is air-conditioned."
"You're always too warm, aren't you."
"Seems like it."
"Well, maybe they'll let you open a window."
I looked at the helmet that went with my suit, and guessed that was a joke as the helmet was designed to seal the flight suit up tight.
I started to get nervous, this had gone on quite a bit longer than a dream would, so I was beginning to wonder if I'd just had some sort of stroke, as I still couldn't remember what I was supposed to be flying, and why most of the crew were short women. With a start I realized that the crew were all aliens, they just looked like short women. The revelation was so unexpected that I woke up.
My friend was sharing my hotel room and was worried that I wasn't dressed in my flight suit. She rushed me off to get ready for our test flight. I was going along, but had already slipped into the mode of thought where I was more observer than participant, so I didn't have any idea of what flight she was talking about.
Back in the hotel room, which looked more like a rather spartan dorm room, I got into my flight suit. My suit was a little bit different, it was charcoal gray, and the quilted areas were actually some sort of pressure suit arrangement. I had electronic connections all over my suit, and was somewhat surprised that I had similar sockets all over my head and down my spine, at the back of my hands and the tops of my feet. The connectors were a little bit painful as I snapped myself into the suit.
The suit filled with a warm pressure that took some of the pain away, and made everything feel snug and just a bit too warm.
"I hope the ship is air-conditioned."
"You're always too warm, aren't you."
"Seems like it."
"Well, maybe they'll let you open a window."
I looked at the helmet that went with my suit, and guessed that was a joke as the helmet was designed to seal the flight suit up tight.
I started to get nervous, this had gone on quite a bit longer than a dream would, so I was beginning to wonder if I'd just had some sort of stroke, as I still couldn't remember what I was supposed to be flying, and why most of the crew were short women. With a start I realized that the crew were all aliens, they just looked like short women. The revelation was so unexpected that I woke up.
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