I sometimes have strange dreams, but last night I had one to beat them all.
Ali had won a day flying planes at an airfield, so our blog-family had gone along to watch.
First off, Ali wanted to fly a Tiger Moth biplane. Zig said he was a trained pilot and got in with her. Off they went, looping loops and swooping low over the rest of us. Then it was time to land. Ali was at the controls and brought it down so hard the wheels ripped off and they skidded to a halt on the plane's belly.
We rushed over to the plane - Zig climbed out looking a bit shaky, while Ali tumbled out squealing with laughter and shouting that she wanted to fly a jet now. Zig opted out, deciding to sit with Alyssa who was in danger of having her baby on the spot...
So, Ali climbs into a jet - one of those small passenger jets that movie stars fly around in and takes off before the rest of us can stop her. More crazy zooming around, while Logzie and Terri try to stop Chris having a breakdown.
Suddenly there is a small explosion in the plane and a small dot can be seen shooting upwards - it is Ali. Then the rest of the plane explodes in a massive fire ball, the blast shooting Ali even higher. Surely she cannot survive that! The dot that is Ali starts to descend, gathering speed. Then the parachute opens and she drifts to the ground screaming with laughter. Her landing is not very elegant, coming down hard on her behind, which causes another explosion of laughter, while the rest of us collapse into gibbering heaps.
The dream ended with Ali wondering which plane to try out next, only to have Terri, Chris and Logzie pile on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
Now, if anyone can tell me if that has any special meaning...