Learning to fly

Oh it has been so long. Last nights was the craziest in some time. It started out that two men came to my condo (that I no longer live in) to try to sell me something. While one was working the sales pitch on Linda, the other grabbed my hand. As it happened, I had a gun and pointed it at the man, just as he went to draw a gun. Seeing this, the other man drew a weapon and aimed it at me. I grabbed the weapon from the first, and aimed it at the second man and said, "you won't shoot, but I will, so drop the gun."

He lowered the weapon, and I commanded Linda to grab it and aim it at him while I tie them up. I happened to have tie wraps handy, and as I tied them up, they were no longer men, but women. And Linda took to questioning the one, while I told the other I was going to violate her in the bathroom. Linda looked over and told the woman "that's what you get." But then, something happened, and the tie wraps ended up being flimsy and unable to restrain the women.

Next thing I know, I am being pursued. A group of police in riot gear are trying to force their way into the building. I barrackaded the door, and went up the stairs to the flat, where there were hundreds of wood chairs. I started hurling the chairs down the stairwell to block any possible entry. Suddenly, I realized that there was also a second floor entrance, which the police were then using. I recall boggling at this, thinking, "what's the point of the first floor entry!"

We ran out to the back to the garage, which was huge. It had all sorts of vehicles, like Bruce Waynes garage, only different. I considered making use of the sports car as an escape vehicle, when I spied the plane. It was a jet of sorts, which seated three. All the seats were lined up one behind the other, with a glass cockpit, similar to a fighter plane. We quickly boarded the plane (there were three of us now, and I don't recall who the other two people were) and taxied out to the runway.

I had never flown a plane before, but was certain I could figure it out. At the end of the runway, I noticed it was about 50 yards long, on a downward slope, that had trees and a powerline at the end of it. "That's it!?!?" I thought. But rationalized that if this runway was here, and this plane was here, the plane must be capable of achieving altitude before the end of the runway. So I throttled up the engines to a thundering roar and began my liftoff. Only the plane didn't move.

I fiddled with the throttle, tried working the sticks (there were two, similar to a helicoptor, rather than a single yoke of an airplane). I looked for some button or lever or brake or something that might be restricting this plane. Nothing. I considered just taxing away, knowing the police would be there soon. I recall thinking, "I should have gone for the helicoptor!" And then I woke up.