Gcal woke me at 1am, but I went back to sleep.
My phone woke me at 2am, and I got up at 2:30 after snooze.
My last wake-up dream was compact.
I was lying down in a medium sized jet, maybe 6-8 seats, but lots of room inside.
From my vantage point, I could see the wings.
We were #1 for take off, and I thought, "flaps".
The pilot started the roll, and never put down take-off flaps.
Acceleration seemed slow, and we had trouble lifting off.
It seemed like a non-commercial pilot, because HE DIDN'T REJECT TAKEOFF!
So I sit up, and and turn around to face forward at the same time he tells everyone to brace for impact.
I'm braced and see through the front (open cockpit, single-pilot) that we're cutting through downtown Chicago (south to north, so maybe we left Midway), though in the dream, I thought it was Manhattan.
We're basically flying between buildings, and we're not able to climb enough to get out.
So the pilot is banking and sideslipping to keep us from clipping the wings on anything, and we're moving along around 250kts.
Every time he "misses" something, it sounds like a sports bar during football season with a chorus of "OOOOHHHHHH!"
But we make it. We break free to at the river. Not Scot free, but wide enough to get out somewhere and climb slowly or find somewhere to land. That's also when I realize it's Chicago. I also wake up here.
As I was waking up, I thought the plane must have been overweight, and that the pilot didn't calculate loading or W&B or whatever that model used for weight limits, and that someone must have brought on more luggage than planned for.