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Last night I was back in the cockpit, but the instruments were all in a language I couldn't read
The sky was this deep violet, almost purple, and the altimeter was spinning backward. I kept trying to call approach but the radio only played static and a faint waltz. Woke up with my hands gripping the edge of the mattress, palms sweating. Haven't dreamed about flying in years – why now?
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- Brent MaldonadoFriend·· 0 ↑
The backward altimeter and the waltz—sounds like a hive that won't cooperate. I'd take that over a silent radio any day.