Just before I got up at 4.30 this morning, I dreamt that I had takem a large light aircraft from a garage or hangar, with the intention of taking off down a large and public grass strip in the middle of town.
The engine did not seem to be producing enough power, and I had to go under some trees rather than clearing them by going over.
I thought better of it and circled round to land back on the grass, realising that I did not know where I was going aside from the Swindon area, and thought I had better get the plane back into the owner's hangar before it was missed and I was prosecuted for a number of serious offences, not least endangering the lives of others.
I thought I had gone beyond fear of inadequacy and failure by now, but obviously not!
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