Oversized Instruments...
Are pretty funny lookin really. We used a bunch of them in class over the last few days, learning all about the knobs and switches and instruments and what they do and whatnot. A couple really long four hour blocks, going over some of the major stuff that we're going to be doing during the sims and flights.
I've found that 2+2+2+2 does not equal eight, as over the last few days I've grabbed random naps here and there and not really gotten any solid sleep. That should change this weekend though, as we've got three days off for Memorial day that I'll be sleeping through most of.
The webcam has started performing better, it's pretty close to real time with enough frames per second that you can almost read lips. It certainly does wonders for morale in comparison with never seeing her at all.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
One Hundred.
Finally, a result I am satisfied with. Alas, that is just one test of many that I will take during nav school. It's a good stepping stone to the future though. It was the hardest test thus far by a longshot, and the fact I'm getting better rather than worse is a good sign.
Today was the first day of the FN phase, or Fundamentals of Navigation. It's the longest phase, and it's the hardest phase. The instructor said according to statistics 93% of people who flunk out of Nav school don't pass this phase. I'm really not worried though, it's just building on what we already know. The hard part is finally performing in the simulators and then eventually on the flights, and doing one's job under pressure. I'm actually looking forward to it.
The biggest bird in the world must have flown past my car today, because when I came out of class I had like a three inch wide streak from my roof all the way down the driver's side door to the side sill and onto the pavement. We're talking it must have been baseball sized. It was that kind of day let me tell you. It had been a while since I washed the car tho, so I gave it a good shine.
The 24 season finale was not as good as past season's, I was disappointed. The episodes leading up to it were much more suspenseful I thought. Really not the closure I was looking for.
Not much else interesting, but didn't want that ugly post down below to stay up top too long. Might as well hit it, so I'm not quite so tired if she calls me to wake me up to webcam chat on her lunch break. No one said it would be easy...
Finally, a result I am satisfied with. Alas, that is just one test of many that I will take during nav school. It's a good stepping stone to the future though. It was the hardest test thus far by a longshot, and the fact I'm getting better rather than worse is a good sign.
Today was the first day of the FN phase, or Fundamentals of Navigation. It's the longest phase, and it's the hardest phase. The instructor said according to statistics 93% of people who flunk out of Nav school don't pass this phase. I'm really not worried though, it's just building on what we already know. The hard part is finally performing in the simulators and then eventually on the flights, and doing one's job under pressure. I'm actually looking forward to it.
The biggest bird in the world must have flown past my car today, because when I came out of class I had like a three inch wide streak from my roof all the way down the driver's side door to the side sill and onto the pavement. We're talking it must have been baseball sized. It was that kind of day let me tell you. It had been a while since I washed the car tho, so I gave it a good shine.
The 24 season finale was not as good as past season's, I was disappointed. The episodes leading up to it were much more suspenseful I thought. Really not the closure I was looking for.
Not much else interesting, but didn't want that ugly post down below to stay up top too long. Might as well hit it, so I'm not quite so tired if she calls me to wake me up to webcam chat on her lunch break. No one said it would be easy...
A Nightmare...
Is a really uncool thing. Like, really.
This one was really strange. I'm going to have to say that never was I more of a believer in the paranormal than at the end of this dream. Granted then I woke up to reality, but still. I'm going to warn you, stop reading here if you are those types who will have nightmares of your own just hearing about it. You've been warned.
WARNING.
Again. You probably do not want to read any further. This is one of those curiosity killed the cat type things. I'm not going to put anything else in this post so don't bother trying to skim past it. Then again maybe it's just me that finds this type of dream scary, you might be totally unaffected by it. But you've been warned.
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It takes place in my old house, in the living room area when you first walk in for the most part. Initially I'm there by myself, except the room has changed dramatically. There are walls partitioning off the various areas, into basically a maze. It seems much bigger, as I'm able to basically get lost in there. It's dark and nighttime, and there's a horrible sense of doom for some reason running through my brain. All I want to do in the dream is go to my room and go to sleep, but something won't let me. Something, or someone. I tell my mom about it the next day, and she says boy that's really weird and we go on about our business. But that night, it happens again. Except this time, worse. The feeling this time is that I'm being chased, and whatever is chasing me through the maze is catching up. I discover that the walls however don't extend all the way to the ceiling, so at one point I'm able to climb up and look around and see the layout and that the some sort of focus is on one area of the room, so for some reason I need to get there. It's over by the china cabinet near where our Christmas tree is every year, and I'm able to climb down into this one section of the maze that was closed off from everything else. Lying there in sort of a halo of light although there is no visisble light source are two large books, that look like they might be photo albums, or who knows what. We're talking eighteen inches or so square, and quite heavy. It is then that I wake up from the second night's dream (all this still in my single dream from tonight in reality) and decide trying to sleep again is a bad idea. I wander down the hallway and look down the entry passage to the living room from the dream. All looks normal really, so I go out and turn on the lights to the room located close to the hallway by the kitchen. I take a few steps into the room, and that's when the lights turn off. I IMMEDIATELY spin around, and there is noone by the switch, so I breathe about a half sigh of relief, before I notice that the switches are turned off, flipped back into the downward position. I slowly take the few steps back to the light switches and turn them on again. I take a few steps backwards, and literally watch as the switches slowly move downward, and eventually shut off again. I am now quite freaked out about the whole thing, so I go wake up my mom. My dad for some reason is not present in the dream, nor any siblings, and I didn't seem to notice so that was apparently normal. She's annoyed I woke her up in the middle of the night but does as all mom's have to when their children have nightmares and comes to investigate the situation. At this point I'm trying to tell myself I'm still dreaming or might have been hallucinating, so I'm telling her about what happened as we walk out to the living room. She turns on the lights, and we walk out into the room. We both watch and the switches slowly lower, and shut off again, leaving us in darkness. This is where my cat starts freaking out. He comes running into the room, and is just hissing and spitting and looking more freaky than I've ever seen my cat, just a horribly evil look on his face. Now see here's the thing. My cat died a few years ago. In the dream I'm also aware of this. He was buried in the backyard. So as I take a step or two toward it, I'm aware that it can't possibly be my cat, except it is. At this point the cat literally in English in a nightmarish voice says "MATTY" and then leaps at me. Those who know me know that's a name I hate and would prefer no one ever use, but I'm not sure how that all factors in. Somehow my cat has grown a set of teeth with a bigger mouth span than a human's, so it's able to completely wrap around my forearm. I start flinging my forearm around rapidly, trying to get it off, without success. I run over to the front door that opens up into the living room and entryway, and opening it up, hurl my arm with such force the cat loses its grip and flies outside. I then slam the door and lock it, and just as I do something hits the door with such force that it could only be very large, and very heavy. It's as if the cat immediately lept back to try to get in, but the cat couldn't possibly cause such a force. My mom and I look at each other through the darkness, and suddenly the only thought going through each of our heads is whether all the doors and windows are locked. I always used to sleep with my window open at home, because otherwise I'd wake up sneezing every morning due to dust or allergies, and in the dream I can't remember whether or not I closed it that night. My mom and I sort of stare at each other wondering what we should do, and she goes over to try to turn the lights on one more time. Again, the switches slowly lower and turn off, but not before I happen to glance towards the china cabinet, and see lying on the ground two large books. While my mom goes to get the phone to dial 911, I slowly start to move towards the books, as if drawn to them by an unknown force. I hear as if very far away my mom yelling that the 1 button won't work and the line is dead, as I pick the books up.
Unfortunately, in real life, that's when something woke me up before 6am this morning. Not sure what it was, either. Usually I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, so it must have been some sort of sound, but I have no idea what it was. I really felt like I was about to get some resolution in the dream as to what was going on had I stayed in the dream a few seconds longer. Opening the books seemed like it was going to tell me something, and it was like something or someone in the room was trying to communicate with me. I was so freaked out upon initially waking up that I considering calling my parents and waking them up at like 3 something in the morning their time just to tell them to check the living room for anything strange and test the switches. I literally was a total believer in paranormal happenings at the end of the dream, because all my rationality and logic could not explain the light switches, nor the cat, nor the books being both in my dream and reality. Something, or someone, was in that room with me.
Is a really uncool thing. Like, really.
This one was really strange. I'm going to have to say that never was I more of a believer in the paranormal than at the end of this dream. Granted then I woke up to reality, but still. I'm going to warn you, stop reading here if you are those types who will have nightmares of your own just hearing about it. You've been warned.
WARNING.
Again. You probably do not want to read any further. This is one of those curiosity killed the cat type things. I'm not going to put anything else in this post so don't bother trying to skim past it. Then again maybe it's just me that finds this type of dream scary, you might be totally unaffected by it. But you've been warned.
.
.
.
It takes place in my old house, in the living room area when you first walk in for the most part. Initially I'm there by myself, except the room has changed dramatically. There are walls partitioning off the various areas, into basically a maze. It seems much bigger, as I'm able to basically get lost in there. It's dark and nighttime, and there's a horrible sense of doom for some reason running through my brain. All I want to do in the dream is go to my room and go to sleep, but something won't let me. Something, or someone. I tell my mom about it the next day, and she says boy that's really weird and we go on about our business. But that night, it happens again. Except this time, worse. The feeling this time is that I'm being chased, and whatever is chasing me through the maze is catching up. I discover that the walls however don't extend all the way to the ceiling, so at one point I'm able to climb up and look around and see the layout and that the some sort of focus is on one area of the room, so for some reason I need to get there. It's over by the china cabinet near where our Christmas tree is every year, and I'm able to climb down into this one section of the maze that was closed off from everything else. Lying there in sort of a halo of light although there is no visisble light source are two large books, that look like they might be photo albums, or who knows what. We're talking eighteen inches or so square, and quite heavy. It is then that I wake up from the second night's dream (all this still in my single dream from tonight in reality) and decide trying to sleep again is a bad idea. I wander down the hallway and look down the entry passage to the living room from the dream. All looks normal really, so I go out and turn on the lights to the room located close to the hallway by the kitchen. I take a few steps into the room, and that's when the lights turn off. I IMMEDIATELY spin around, and there is noone by the switch, so I breathe about a half sigh of relief, before I notice that the switches are turned off, flipped back into the downward position. I slowly take the few steps back to the light switches and turn them on again. I take a few steps backwards, and literally watch as the switches slowly move downward, and eventually shut off again. I am now quite freaked out about the whole thing, so I go wake up my mom. My dad for some reason is not present in the dream, nor any siblings, and I didn't seem to notice so that was apparently normal. She's annoyed I woke her up in the middle of the night but does as all mom's have to when their children have nightmares and comes to investigate the situation. At this point I'm trying to tell myself I'm still dreaming or might have been hallucinating, so I'm telling her about what happened as we walk out to the living room. She turns on the lights, and we walk out into the room. We both watch and the switches slowly lower, and shut off again, leaving us in darkness. This is where my cat starts freaking out. He comes running into the room, and is just hissing and spitting and looking more freaky than I've ever seen my cat, just a horribly evil look on his face. Now see here's the thing. My cat died a few years ago. In the dream I'm also aware of this. He was buried in the backyard. So as I take a step or two toward it, I'm aware that it can't possibly be my cat, except it is. At this point the cat literally in English in a nightmarish voice says "MATTY" and then leaps at me. Those who know me know that's a name I hate and would prefer no one ever use, but I'm not sure how that all factors in. Somehow my cat has grown a set of teeth with a bigger mouth span than a human's, so it's able to completely wrap around my forearm. I start flinging my forearm around rapidly, trying to get it off, without success. I run over to the front door that opens up into the living room and entryway, and opening it up, hurl my arm with such force the cat loses its grip and flies outside. I then slam the door and lock it, and just as I do something hits the door with such force that it could only be very large, and very heavy. It's as if the cat immediately lept back to try to get in, but the cat couldn't possibly cause such a force. My mom and I look at each other through the darkness, and suddenly the only thought going through each of our heads is whether all the doors and windows are locked. I always used to sleep with my window open at home, because otherwise I'd wake up sneezing every morning due to dust or allergies, and in the dream I can't remember whether or not I closed it that night. My mom and I sort of stare at each other wondering what we should do, and she goes over to try to turn the lights on one more time. Again, the switches slowly lower and turn off, but not before I happen to glance towards the china cabinet, and see lying on the ground two large books. While my mom goes to get the phone to dial 911, I slowly start to move towards the books, as if drawn to them by an unknown force. I hear as if very far away my mom yelling that the 1 button won't work and the line is dead, as I pick the books up.
Unfortunately, in real life, that's when something woke me up before 6am this morning. Not sure what it was, either. Usually I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, so it must have been some sort of sound, but I have no idea what it was. I really felt like I was about to get some resolution in the dream as to what was going on had I stayed in the dream a few seconds longer. Opening the books seemed like it was going to tell me something, and it was like something or someone in the room was trying to communicate with me. I was so freaked out upon initially waking up that I considering calling my parents and waking them up at like 3 something in the morning their time just to tell them to check the living room for anything strange and test the switches. I literally was a total believer in paranormal happenings at the end of the dream, because all my rationality and logic could not explain the light switches, nor the cat, nor the books being both in my dream and reality. Something, or someone, was in that room with me.
