In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).”
Well the above great words of wisdom from the Missile man of India is enough to stress the importance of dreams. Since the 3rd grade i remember my passion of becoming a fighter pilot in Indian Air Force. I was so crazy about it that i let go doing my engineering and chose bachelors of science in college.
So this dream is the one i dreamt when i was in my 2nd yr of college. I remember the night i had just fallen onto the bed after reading an article about the IAF SU-30MKI squadron. So as i remember the dream was something like i had been chosen for AIr Force as a fighter pilot and i was assigned into the Sukhoi squadron, and i actually saw my in a g suit with a map on my lap, helmet in my hand and every pilot eye gear, an aviator. And i actually flew the mighty Russian metal bird of prey. I woke up in shock sweating as if i had seen a nightmare, my heart was pounding out of excitement and thrill. It was if i had already had become a pilot. I remember texting my Then girlfriend saying i got this dream and she had literally laughed like crazy saying that i dream of fighter jest instead of her .
But then its been a long time now, i couldn’t become a pilot that i always dreamed off and nor did my second love,i.e the girl be with me so i lost both of them in my attempt to be with both of them. But yes whenever am really upset i still remember that dream were for a few minute i flew the jet in my dream.
My dream still remains to be a dream, but the lucky part is i read over the internet that in Russia we can actually fly a decommissioned fighter jet THE MIG, it may not be My SU-30, but hey a fighter jet it is end of day. So trying to save up some big cash that one day i can fly high in sky in the cock pit of a fighter jet. That’s the least i can do after losing out everything chasing the dream…
I wanna talk more bout this craze however i do not want to make it a lengthy one .
Cheers to life