Millenium Falcon

When I became aware in my dream, I found myself piloting the Millenium Falcon, (if you don't know what that is, just leave my blog right now.) and attempting to land it. I had taken off that morning with the help of an Allison Sweeney/Ms. Nicolia combination, because it was my first day flying. Unfortunately for me, the connection between our radios failed and I was left on my own to attempt to land the ship in my garage.

Luckily, I picked up the radio signal of a random air-traffic controller somewhere near my house, who helped me land successfully. We were both pleased when, after much fumbling and jostling around, the Falcon touched down safely in my garage.


As I'm leaving my garage and walking out into the outside air, it begins to seem as though the Falcon adventure had simply been a flight simulation. When I get out to my driveway, my next door neighbor John comes jogging over. (He’s a pilot.) He asks if I just finished a simulation, I say yes. Turns out, he’s the air traffic controller who helped me and he says I have a lot of promise. (To which I probably blush profusely.)

John babysat for my brother and I when we were kids and I had a huge crush on him. He actually doesn't live next door anymore, but his parents still do. That's a picture of him above.

At this point I decide to walk to Ms. Nicolia's house to tell her how things went. She lives on Benjamin or Pleasant Street I think, both of which are streets in my neighborhood.

When I get there, fellow high school teacher Mr. Lamb is in her house, talking to her at her computer.

I've always been that awkward kid that stands at the front of the classroom waiting for the teacher to finish talking to someone else before they get to me. Seriously, I don't think I've ever been a teacher's first priority. In fact, most times I had a question or issue, I just felt like an annoyance. (That's probably my distorted thought process talking.)

And thus, this dream has clinched it. My role as awkward waiting kid is set in stone because even in this scenario - when I'm a new student who the teacher lost contact with during a dangerous situation and who, as far as the teacher knows, could be dead - I still find myself waiting for assistance, fuming at the fact that the trivial conversation Ms. Nicolia and her colleague are having takes precedent over me, yet somehow feeling stupid and annoying above all.





You'd think that a dream about flying the Millenium Falcon would be awesome, yet somehow my sub-conscious turned it into a stark look at my own distorted insecurities. Ah, the joy of being Grace.