I usually have 2 or 3 dreams a year that are specifically about the air races. Typically they come closer to September but can occur anytime with me. They are always very vivid (all my dreams are) and always center around two themes.
I am trying to get to Reno and arrive too late or realize I forgot something important (like shoes or pants) and spend the entire dream trying to get in to see the action and end up missing it.
Or
I am watching a race and something crazy happens. Like someone entering the course from the wrong side and flying against the pack, or a giant flock of birds flies through the pack, etc. These dreams always end in a large pile of twisted metal, but thankfully they always involve pilots walking away.
Last night I had a doozy.
As part of an attempt to broaden the exposure of air racing an exhibition race was going to be held in New York City featuring the triumphant return of Dago Red. The most interesting part of this race though was that it was going to be held indoors. I managed to make the trip to NYC and when I got to the venue I took my seat along the left wall of what was a giant indoor concert hall. I was happy to see that all the seats were full.
This was a place that you would expect to see an opera or similar type performance in, complete with balcony, curtained stage and house lights, only much, much bigger. The portion of the building where the stage and seating was had a roof, but the back portion of the building was open roofed. The Planes were to dive into the building over the heads of the crowd on the right, make a hard left turn at the stage area and then exit over the heads of the people on the left (Me).
Before long I heard the familiar growl of racing engines and low and behold there came Dago Red streaking into the building. I don’t know who was flying, but he made a perfect left bank through the stage area and flew right over my head (like 20 feet above me) I was dismayed to see that the right side gear door was partially open, but quickly turned to watch Czech mate and a couple other mustangs come through the building. It was breathtaking to see and hear this, and I can remember in my dream that I could smell the exhaust as they were passing over.
Before long, as these dreams always do, it got crazy. An unknown mustang decided that he was going to make the left turn that would normally (NORMAL????) happen behind us and outside of the building while still in the building, affectively cutting his lap in half. This resulted in a mid air prop strike on a portion of the wall and caused a chain reaction the ended up with all competitors basically crash landing in the concert hall.
The dream got a little hazy at that point but I remember I was dodging airplane parts as I was trying to escape the building. I finally made it out onto the street through what looked like a subway street level exit. I remember looking around at all the people and thinking "Do they have any idea what's happening down there?" I then set off to find someone I knew so I could tell them what I had just seen, and the dream faded away.
To Date I am pretty sure that was the most intense Reno dream I have had. Do any of you guys have Reno dreams? I would love to hear some of them. I think that part of the reason I have such vivid and intense air racing dreams stems from being a kid when we used to go out and watch from the backside of the course. Having them pass directly over head at top speed was an incredibly visceral experience that left quite a mark on my young mind.
Anyway I had to share; I try to explain these dreams to my wife, but having never attended the races she doesn't quite understand how profound they are.
I am trying to get to Reno and arrive too late or realize I forgot something important (like shoes or pants) and spend the entire dream trying to get in to see the action and end up missing it.
Or
I am watching a race and something crazy happens. Like someone entering the course from the wrong side and flying against the pack, or a giant flock of birds flies through the pack, etc. These dreams always end in a large pile of twisted metal, but thankfully they always involve pilots walking away.
Last night I had a doozy.
As part of an attempt to broaden the exposure of air racing an exhibition race was going to be held in New York City featuring the triumphant return of Dago Red. The most interesting part of this race though was that it was going to be held indoors. I managed to make the trip to NYC and when I got to the venue I took my seat along the left wall of what was a giant indoor concert hall. I was happy to see that all the seats were full.
This was a place that you would expect to see an opera or similar type performance in, complete with balcony, curtained stage and house lights, only much, much bigger. The portion of the building where the stage and seating was had a roof, but the back portion of the building was open roofed. The Planes were to dive into the building over the heads of the crowd on the right, make a hard left turn at the stage area and then exit over the heads of the people on the left (Me).
Before long I heard the familiar growl of racing engines and low and behold there came Dago Red streaking into the building. I don’t know who was flying, but he made a perfect left bank through the stage area and flew right over my head (like 20 feet above me) I was dismayed to see that the right side gear door was partially open, but quickly turned to watch Czech mate and a couple other mustangs come through the building. It was breathtaking to see and hear this, and I can remember in my dream that I could smell the exhaust as they were passing over.
Before long, as these dreams always do, it got crazy. An unknown mustang decided that he was going to make the left turn that would normally (NORMAL????) happen behind us and outside of the building while still in the building, affectively cutting his lap in half. This resulted in a mid air prop strike on a portion of the wall and caused a chain reaction the ended up with all competitors basically crash landing in the concert hall.
The dream got a little hazy at that point but I remember I was dodging airplane parts as I was trying to escape the building. I finally made it out onto the street through what looked like a subway street level exit. I remember looking around at all the people and thinking "Do they have any idea what's happening down there?" I then set off to find someone I knew so I could tell them what I had just seen, and the dream faded away.
To Date I am pretty sure that was the most intense Reno dream I have had. Do any of you guys have Reno dreams? I would love to hear some of them. I think that part of the reason I have such vivid and intense air racing dreams stems from being a kid when we used to go out and watch from the backside of the course. Having them pass directly over head at top speed was an incredibly visceral experience that left quite a mark on my young mind.
Anyway I had to share; I try to explain these dreams to my wife, but having never attended the races she doesn't quite understand how profound they are.
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