I appreciate my dreams a lot. Sometimes they are totally random, bizarre, and forgettable, and sometimes I learn things from them. I might see things in a different light, or from another person's point of view, or maybe see an attitude of mine that needs adjusting.
I like airplanes, especially from the "golden age" of aviation (the 20s and 30s.) I really love the innovation that took place when powered flight was in its infancy, and all of the ways the engineers and designers found to get around various problems and design flaws. The planes varied so much during that time, with radically different abilities and even basic shapes, as imaginations ran wild and the resulting concepts were proven or discarded. You really don't see planes as interesting these days as you did back then.
In the dream that sparked this blog post, I was at an air show watching a Lockheed p38 fly overhead. I was enjoying myself, until I learned that other attendants who arrived earlier had a chance to see a b52 bomber. I immediately forgot the fighter I had seen, and pined for the bomber I had not.
The dream imitates real life, in that focusing on what we don't have (instead of being grateful for what we do have) will affect our attitude in an extremely negative way. I need to be reminded from time to time of the importance of being grateful, and recalibrate my attitude accordingly. It seems like so often life's little difficulties are so much more memorable than its victories, pain weighs more heavily on our minds than pleasure, and it is so much easier to curse the darkness than to make any sort of effort to bring it light. But it should not be this way. Because giving thanks and appreciating the good things makes the good things seem better, and the trials easier to bear.
As as a way of remembering the dreams from which I learn something, I sometimes quickly sketch a drawing from them. I only take a few minutes, and don't allow myself to erase any errant lines at all. The drawing I made from this dream depicts that awesome twin-fuselage p38 that I was so happy to see, until I realized what I had missed.
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I like airplanes, especially from the "golden age" of aviation (the 20s and 30s.) I really love the innovation that took place when powered flight was in its infancy, and all of the ways the engineers and designers found to get around various problems and design flaws. The planes varied so much during that time, with radically different abilities and even basic shapes, as imaginations ran wild and the resulting concepts were proven or discarded. You really don't see planes as interesting these days as you did back then.
In the dream that sparked this blog post, I was at an air show watching a Lockheed p38 fly overhead. I was enjoying myself, until I learned that other attendants who arrived earlier had a chance to see a b52 bomber. I immediately forgot the fighter I had seen, and pined for the bomber I had not.
The dream imitates real life, in that focusing on what we don't have (instead of being grateful for what we do have) will affect our attitude in an extremely negative way. I need to be reminded from time to time of the importance of being grateful, and recalibrate my attitude accordingly. It seems like so often life's little difficulties are so much more memorable than its victories, pain weighs more heavily on our minds than pleasure, and it is so much easier to curse the darkness than to make any sort of effort to bring it light. But it should not be this way. Because giving thanks and appreciating the good things makes the good things seem better, and the trials easier to bear.
As as a way of remembering the dreams from which I learn something, I sometimes quickly sketch a drawing from them. I only take a few minutes, and don't allow myself to erase any errant lines at all. The drawing I made from this dream depicts that awesome twin-fuselage p38 that I was so happy to see, until I realized what I had missed.
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