DreamLog: Domestic Airline Pilot

It was late in the morning, and I was preparing for a routine flight from San Jose (SJC) to Prague (PRG). It started off just as every other flight does, pre-flight check, boarding, being taxi'd to the runway etc. Though as I was driving the plane toward the runway, there was an unexpected detour. The detour veered off the normal course to the runway and led me in a series of turns, until eventually I found myself leaving the airport. I followed the detour out of the airport gates and onto a fairly straight and seemingly unoccupied road.

I judged the road as acceptable, in length and straightness, to attempt a takeoff. I began to speed up the plane when I realized that there were too many power lines over the road at close enough intervals to make a takeoff unsafe. I slowed the plane back down and continued down the road looking for something better suited for takeoff.

I kept driving, through the daily traffic of San Jose, headed north. I figured if I couldn't find something sooner, I would head up to San Francisco (SFO) and take off from there. I ended up in the parking lot of one of those corporate parks typical to the silicon valley. It was difficult navigating through all the parked cars and eventually I had to stop, blocked by one of the many office buildings. I knew that if I could just get on the other side of this building, I could make it on through to 280 and from 280 SFO is a straight shot. I didn't want to get onto 101 because 101 isn't maintained as well and there's lots of bumps in the highway, and the traffic is worse due to the Dumbarton and San Mateo bridges.

I managed to drive the plane into the mens restroom, but that was (obviously) a dead end and I had to back the plane out (it was a very tight fit, almost got stuck). I was starting to get really frustrated and was considering giving up and aborting the flight. It was 1pm now, and extremely hot, the cabin was like an oven and I knew the crew and some 100+ passengers were probably starting to wonder what was going on.

At that moment, just when things looked bleak, like they could get no worse (for a pilot) a lady climbed up onto the front nose of the plane, crawled right up to the window. "Hello, don't worry, for every problem there is a logical answer, we can work this out".

"But, the plane, it won't fit! and the passengers are getting restless, I'm going to have to abandon ship".

"Look here's about we will figure this out. How old are you?"

"26"

"And how many kids does your oldest uncle on your mothers side have, as well as your oldest uncle on your fathers side?"

"They both have 3 kids"

"Ok then, so the answer is your age, divided by the number of kids of your oldest uncle on your moms side, divided by the number of kids of your oldest uncle on your fathers side"

"6!" I thought then that the answer was six, but in reality, the answer is 2.8 though 6 seemed to work OK at the time.

Suddenly I was on the other side of the building, I breathed a sigh of relief as I made my way to 280 and SFO. Though once I got onto 280 there was surprising little traffic and no power lines in the way of a takeoff, so I speed up and took off safely, with no incident. We made out way to Prague by heading north the whole time.