Well, since I used to know a lot about military planes when I was around 8, I still have a decent knowledge of them.
The other night I dreamed I was watching two F-104 phantoms on a wild weasel (strike interdiction) mission. They were in a relatively steep dive. But, all of a sudden I was flying next to them in an F-16. I too was in the dive, and I had NO fucking clue how to fly the plane. So in the span of about 2 seconds I watched the ground get closer, I wanted to scream/yell, but I couldn't make a sound. And then I slammed into the ground and my dream was over.
It was actually really weird. I was so high in the air. Felt like I was looking out of a passenger jet window. You know, when everything looks so tiny. But I was flying so fast, and I was at such a steep angle that the ground came up freakishly fast. Damn.
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