I had the strangest dream last night. A friend's girlfriend build a rocket ship to travel into outer space, and I was invited to go along. On the ride to the launch pad I started to panic. What if the rocket exploded on takeoff? Images of early rocket trials flooded my mind. I thought if brilliant German scientist couldn't get it right the first time, how could my friend's girlfriend. As we approached the launch site, I saw that the rocket was actually a modified WWII P51 Mustang. I realized the only reason I was asked along was because I used to fly single engine aircraft, and I'd be the only one who could land the mustang on the moon. However, I have heard stories about flying the mustang, and how it's hard to see out of the front of the cockpit, and I have never landed a taildragger before. I really started to panic. As we stepped onto the launch pad, the mechanic pushed against the wing of the mustang, and it broke off and fell to the ground. Then I woke up.