The Dream of Flying

First-person view from a small single-engine cockpit on final approach, runway centered on the horizon. — That vivid moment when a dream turns into a scene you can almost live.

I have a dream of piloting an airplane. I don’t say this casually, the way someone might say they’d like to learn guitar someday or take a far-off trip. I actually see myself flying. The image is clear in my mind: I’m in the cockpit of a small aircraft, hands on the controls, feeling the machine respond, and finally bringing the plane down safely onto a runway.

It’s not just an abstract idea. It’s a vivid scene, one I replay over and over, almost as if I’ve already been there. And that catches people’s attention. When I share it, I notice some are taken aback. Maybe because talking about flying a plane already feels so distant, like something from another world. Maybe because the clarity of this vision doesn’t sound like what we usually call a “dream.”

But that’s exactly what fascinates me: the strength a dream holds when it stops being vague and takes on details — sights, sounds, textures. For me, it’s not just a desire, it’s a possibility. And seeing this scene so clearly within myself is the first step toward making it real outside of me.