Father and Son War Birds

 

The dream this morning was on a surprising topic. It was about radio controlled planes. I was watching a competition of radio controlled model planes. The event was taking place in England. I can see a wide open field of green grass. The course is designed to mimic full scale air races of war birds and experiment planes. This course, however, is designed for 1/4 scale or less  radio controlled model planes. It is like a festival of RC planes with competitors from around the world.

 

I have come to this event with my dad, Jerry 69, and my youngest brother, Bruce 41. My dad, the retired truck driver, learned to fly while he was in the U.S. Marine Corps back in the early 1960's. Dad misses it and has dreamed of building his own plane and flying again ever since. My brother Bruce, living at home, has been unemployable for about 2 years now. Bruce does what ever he can to make money and has long schemed to find ways to create a project that might earn him a steady income. This dream seems like the perfect match for this father and son duo.

 

In this dream dad has built a C-47 type cargo model plane. The wings have a 4-foot wide span. My little brother's model is a P-51 Mustang at half that size. In the dream I can see them both flying with other planes competing in a race. The planes must fly around and past telephone pole-sized pillars. Dad's plane is powering through the course very well. His plane is working perfectly. Bruce's plane, however, is having problems keeping up and is making wide turns, and he frustrated by how poorly she is handling. I can hear a race official over a loudspeaker, in a polite British accent, say to my brother that he needs to get back more into formation with the other planes if he wants to be in legitimate contention for the contest.

 

Next, we see father and son after the race. The two of them are discussing what went wrong with Bruce's plane. Dad is convinced the fault lies in the propeller. His solution is a new prop with shorter broader blades. Bruce is uncertain that this is the true source of the problem and he wants to completely rebuild the plane. Father, of course, thinks this is completely unnecessary and both commence to argue about it. Here we have two stubborn men who are always right and never admit to making a mistake about anything. This is the point where I wake up.

 

I never liked family drama in waking world and I damn sure hate living it in my dreams. This dream is a good candidate for dream reentry. I would like go back in and reengineer a happier more satisfying ending. Our father handed off to Bruce some aviation magazines on my most recent visit to his house. I get the feeling, again, that I am tapping into unconscious material. I believe the two of them really are hatching a scheme to build model planes together. We will wait and see if this dream material becomes something physically concrete that I can report on. Wouldn't that be a surprise?