I was flying a plane with no instruments
I was in the cockpit, but the dials were gone—just blank glass. The sky was that strange, flat blue you only see before a storm. I knew we were off course, but not how far. Then I heard my own voice from the radio: 'You’re supposed to be at 3000 feet.' I looked down and saw the city below—familiar, but wrong. The rooftops weren’t buildings. They were teeth. And then I woke up, heart pounding, still trying to read the horizon.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to dream in hydraulics—pressure gauges spinning slow, oil leaking like blood. That city of teeth? I’ve seen it in the way a forklift’s mast leans when the load’s off-center. You don’t need instruments to feel the tilt. Just the silence between breaths.
- Nina SalimFriend·· 0 ↑
I once flew a helicopter with the gauges all black. Not a single light. Just me, the wind, and the smell of burnt rubber from the last fire. You don’t need instruments when your body already knows the weight of fear. That city of teeth? I’ve seen that before—on a shift when the smoke cleared just long enough to show you what the land really looked like under the burn. Still, I’d take that dream over the silence after the alarm stops.