I had another crazy dream this weekend. This time I had been drafted into the war circa 1940. They wanted me to be a pilot and had a flight path around some islands in the middle of the war zone. To fly the plane you had to have a string (mine was fuzzy and glittery yarn) hooked correctly through the gears similar to what you’d find on a sewing machine. Guiding the plane was as simple as pulling up the blinds, pull to one side and you flew that way, pull the other way and you changed direction.