I guess it is logical. As I grow weaker, less able to do things in daily life, in my dreams, I grow bolder stronger, more capable.
Today I lay down exhausted...two minutes later I woke up completely unaware of where I was. Then as soon as I got oriented and began to nap I had a dream.
I was flying my little Ercoupe, a two place plane I used to fly, but which I sold (gave away for a thousand dollars) twenty years ago. In my dream I chose to land off field, in the parking lot a university in the mountains. (what could that be?) Without checking with anybody I left it there for five days, taking the parking spots for three cars.
When I went back, I taxied to the gate where the parking lot attendant wanted to charge me for leaving my airplane there. I didn't think he should charge, it's having been such a remarkable feat of piloting. But he wanted $105. I argued and negotiated and only got him down to one hunderd. But by then I realized that he had a point. I paid.
But I couldn't taxi through the gate which was less than thirty feet wide. So, get this, I picked up the plane, which in real life would weigh over a thousand pounds, and carried it sideways thrugh the gate. Then I had to carry is sideways down the driveway to the road where I could take off.
Then I made some approaches to an airport that I once dreamed up, years ago. So my dreams linked one to another years apart. Anyway my flying was sensational.
I like dreams like that.