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Re: For those of you that remember my last...

Posted by Steve T again on Fri Nov 14, 2003 05:07:45 PM

In reply top Re: For those of you that remember my last... posted by Tulio on Fri Nov 14, 2003 01:26:17 AM

Tulio--

: My dreams are very real, and I feel pain and I can smell a
: nd taste, so upon waking up and realizing that it was a dr
: eam, I was, to say the least, very sad and disappointed .
: . .

I know the feeling... :-) Another of my aviation reveries involved this piece of stellar news I'd received, that I was being GIVEN a Sea Fury. And I got to see it in the dream. Very similar looking to the ex-Polar "Dragon of Cymru"...dark grey FAA-marked T.20, Centaurus engine, bright yellow spinner. Taxied past me on the old line at Mt.Hope on a beautiful bright Septemberish day, glossy paintwork sparkling in the sun. Then I woke up...surely my only shot at Fury ownership, irrevocably gone!

Another odd one: started out on a weedy, woodsy hilltop on which were ranged vertical wooden frames, against which were leaning all manner of aircraft bits and pieces. It was Walt Soplata's place...but, in the manner of dreams, it was nothing like the actual place. There was a house there as well and I went inside it. After a short interval the house interior had morphed into a dark, softly-lit hangarlike space, a bit like the old Dayton main hall, in which were a number of 50s-era types (I don't remember individual ones) in very nice shape. This was the Soplata Museum, I knew; I remember being irked that for whatever reason I couldn't get photos of this stuff. There were a couple docents in there (one of them a rather smashing brunette) and a few other visitors. Then I went out one side of that room into a tall narrow space accessed by an old school-style iron-railinged staircase. Kind of wedged in beside the steps was a matt grey and sky Sea Fury with its wings folded. But the oddest aspect of that stairwell/room was that it was absolutely crashing RAIN in there! After looking longingly at the Fury, I went outside...to find myself on a paved plaza amid office buildings in some city financial district. Ran into the smashing brunette again out there and we began to talk about the museum; she then irked me by lighting up a cigarette (I'm a nonsmoker)...I've not the faintest clue what any of it might mean. And probably if I knew, I'd wish I didn't! :-)

S.

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