He was a longstanding member of the nation’s top aerial display team.
Of course, along with the other five highly trained aviators, he always had to be in tip-top condition both mentally and physically prior to a show. In some strange way, the fact that he hadn’t slept very well for several days and had many peculiar visions, both during the day and night, was of no concern. Some of the imagery that had continually played out was quite enjoyable, like watching his bedroom ceiling pulsating, for instance. He found this to be positively fascinating. Watching his furniture change shape and colour was another thing that had kept him amused. However, the hands that constantly came up out of the floor, trying to grab his ankles, weren’t so much fun, but he was kind of proud of the fact that his agility meant they had never succeeded in dragging him down through the floor.
Anyway, none of this seemed to be an issue as he arrived at the venue. He was pumped up and ready to go. Apart from the occasional odd look from other flight team members, everything was hunky-dory.
It never did occur to him that any of this had anything to do with the mushroom casserole that the lady across the street, with the barking dog, had surprisingly baked for him a few nights ago, to show that she had no hard feelings about the nasty things he had said about her lovely ‘Boofy Boy’.
Although, as he climbed into the cockpit of his plane, a minor belch did remind him of it.