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2002-03-02 with my head in cloud-like down pillows and webbed feet for landing gear
This morning I was dreaming that I was flying my boss's plane. I wasn't maintaining altitude at all well, though the controls looked simple enough. We were also losing velocity as we came down, still level and dangerously close to skimming Lake Pontchartrain. My co-pilot was a duck, and she wasn't helping as our situation grew more dire. I think because she had no hands. So, I'm leaving in a few days for SXSW in Austin. I won't be nervous, but I'll, no doubt, take a look to my left for a quick check of the cockpit when I board my flight on Thursday. And I won't ask the attendant for a pillow.
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