Smooth Landing Despite Some Turbulence (John Dotson’s dream of September 7, 2016)
Suddenly I hear an adjustment of the pitch of the jet engines. I feel a jolt—some turbulence. I am alert but not particularly concerned. It’s nothing unusual really. But then, I am aware we are descending, smoothly, breaking through cloud layers and some fog to behold that we are, very suddenly it seems, on the final approach. How can such a long flight be concluded already? My time sense must have completely vanished.
As the descent continues, I am aware that I am seated at the front of the huge aircraft and the front is actually transparent so that I can view the approach with complete detail as we maneuver into a port city. Indeed, this aircraft is a sea-landing vehicle, as I am now recalling, and we will be landing, and are landing, on the water—winding our way now as a sea-going vessel into a large metropolis.
One way or another, I will just deal with the passport issue—perhaps it is safely reposed in the carry-on. It is still incredible to me that I don’t know, since I usually keep my passport on my person at all times.
But whatever is is what it is. A new day has dawned in richly saturating colors and highly charged events and energizing motions on a bay in a different hemisphere. The quest is unfolding, and I am glad.