considering airplanes dreams and superman

a run of the mill run on rumination

Considering Airplanes and Dreams and Superman

only because of time and space

 

airplanes

 

Airplanes are hard to believe particularly from the inside.

 

I look at them and wonder how those huge overweight metal tubes fly. Why don’t more of them plummet from stratospheric heights dragged down by gravity?

 

There must be more mid-air failures, fiery clashes with the ground we don’t know about.

 

I fly or travel in airplanes feeling safe as I look down on clouds. Clouds 40,000 kilometres above the soil I usually walk on. Or water I swim in.

 

But is this safe feeling only a needed illusion? Do others think the same that this is the belief I want to carry around with me as embark, settle in and buckle up?

 

I am not a statistical expert but there must be something to them as so many have faith. I think in my heart statistics churn like lies and live once they are uttered, written down or dreamt up.

 

This is the cringing dream that saves me from despair before each flight.

 

dreams

 

Have you seen my dreams lately?

 

I wonder if all my thinking about airplanes and flight is daylight dreaming. Why dream these airplane dream if they really aren’t helpful or even clear? How can I determine this?

 

If you have seen my dreams can you interpret for me?

 

I have no concrete idea what they are trying to tell me if anything at all and nothing is an extremely possible consideration. Is this a fool’s task? If they have nothing to add why do i pay any attention to anything i dream?

 

Puzzles my sometimes cogent brain. I recognize the reality might be that my usually aware brain needs a tune up or overhaul if I do all this considering of dreams that are meaningless or magnetic. The south or north polarity. Or it could be that we all have our own reality that saves us from the monotony of the world. Maybe we’re all just holograms of tin toys being played with. Sounds hilarious to me.

 

If I remember my dreams there is no guarantee that reason follows and new meaning is found as daylight shines.

 

Some say dreams are the brain chucking out accumulated garbage and clutter, clearing out cobwebs, creating room for enhanced coherent thought.

 

This is too easy, too dismissive; my dreams are often linear and narrative in a prismatic sense. Too often I remember disconnected fragments. Most plot lines carry sarcastic images that are frequently bizarre.

 

But sometimes they are so fully conceived I wake to write 10 pages of description. Recording sleep theatre.

 

In the end, I don’t know much about dreams�"mine or yours.

 

In fact don’t bother me with your dreams.

 

I have enough dreams to interpret�"thinking over and around and inside. Attempting to decide whether my dreams are telling me something I should know. I have no evidence one way or the other. Very perilous.

 

Like trying to understand if a buffalo in a pasture means anything to my not asleep life.

 

dreams and airplanes

 

Or should I be frightened as I nearly touch space, gazing down at highways, farms, cities, villages, buildings, factories, parking lots, schools. I consider the pictorial safety depictions in the pocket behind the seat in front of me. People calm even as the highly improbably happens�"this airplane plunging into the Atlantic about 1,000 kilometres from the rugged Newfoundland coast.

 

How would you react as your plane nosedives 90 degrees? You and I both might insanely hope that clouds act as a circus net and pilots are trapeze artists.

 

Calm bliss might be the way to go. Screaming and praying to a god you don’t believe in might also be appropriate. Though other passengers might get a little snarly if you distract them from their calm bliss.

 

Still even knowing that the profane probability of a dead crash is miniscule, I long for that calm bliss. What better state of mind in your last seconds of life?

 

superman and dreams and airplanes

 

If the plane I was on was twisting toward becoming a bombshell I think I would hope that Superman would fly like a missile to guide the plane easily to the ground. Even though I know that Superman is a comic book character, why not put my faith in his imaginary presence.

 

Or maybe I should wish I were superman. A guaranteed rescue.

 

But I also wonder if superman is supposed to help every person on earth why would he bother with one airplane and about 200 people. Why would he station himself in Metropolis, which I guess is a comic book stand in for New York? And why do all the most evil of the geniuses’ concentrate their wildly criminal activities in this make believe city? Why not Bombay, Lima or Reykjavik?

 

Even if we do believe that all evil geniuses’ have some sort of pathological need to work their malevolence only in Metropolis, wouldn’t Superman save more people stopping wars in the Middle East or ending all the violence in Africa? Or sucking in all the greenhouses gases we have polluted the atmosphere with and exhaling them somewhere in cold space?

 

If I were Superman, I’d let the citizens of the fine megalopolis of metropolis take care of themselves. It’s only proper.

 

This is another dream I have. If it’s possible then I’m Clark Kent�"hand me my hair products, cape and glasses.

 

On second thought, why would I even bother being Clark Kent. I can’t find phone booths these days anyway.

Author's Note

There are probably a few spelling errors and on purpose grammatical errors. But all criticism that is hopefully positive is welcome

Reviews

[Chris Orza]

Great job writing something so surreal and dreamlike. The structure definitely fits the topics/moods. I think I have to read it a couple more times to understand it fully, but it definitely leaves the reader with an emotion and thought. Did you write all this in one sitting? Was it planned out? Was there any editing, or did it come out the way it is? I'm really curious.