Margaritaville plane over Disney

I’m at Disney in Orlando with my family. Audree, Lois, mom and dad and me. We’re watching planes take off. There are two long reflecting pools divided by greenery.  Next to the reflecting pools are the sidewalks that the pedestrians walk through to get to or from the park. My family and i are sitting on a blanket on grass having a picnic. We must be on a hill because we are looking down onto the planes and the reflecting pools. It’s very pretty and the water in the pools is a dark rich blue color, like deep ocean. Most of the planes i see are just regular airline kind of jets and they all look alike from above. They’re white and evenly spaced. The planes go in to the park on the “right” side and there are people all along the sidewalk walking in the same direction. The planes leaving the park are coming towards me on the left side and there are people walking in the same direction, leaving the park. Dad and i are talking when a very loud prop plane comes zooming out of the park. It doesn’t stay over the reflecting pool lane but takes off in a steeper climb. As it turns across the path of the incoming planes i see it’s some strange homemade vehicle and doesn’t have a back. It’s the cockpit and a few seats behind the cockpit, and there’s some plastic netting at the back to keep shit from falling out. The family inside is a couple of blonde kids, a boy and girl, the mom is in the passenger seat of the cockpit (co-pilot seat, i guess) and there’s some guy hanging off the side of the plane behind the wing which comes directly off the nosecone of the plane. Totally rigged up piece of junk it looks like. Like a bunch of hillbillies in a station wagon except it’s got wings and is flying. The man hanging off the side has crazy light colored hair. He reminds me of Sammy Hagar. There’s an umbrella hanging from his pocket by its hooked handle. He’s wearing cargo pants (of course!) and the umbrella is pulling at his pants because of the turbulence. As dad and i watch, the umbrella tears loose from the pocket and comes back towards Earth like a missile. We’re both concerned about the people on the paths coming and going and are a little bit outraged that this plane was even allowed to take off, being all open like it is so that stuff can easily fly out.

A silly, pretty dream.