As a writer, I am chary of tinkering with my subconscious, for that is where your inner radar comes from.
You don't want to sell your "navigation equipment" to the world, like the lady who did not know she was sitting sitting on a fortune, until she began to sell it piecemeal, and was soon learning ghetto.
But an image out of the Second World War comes to mind.
An American pilot, eerily named, Charlie Brown, was in a B-17 with the 379th Bomber Group at Kimbolton, England. His Flying Fortress was in a terrible state, having been hit by flak and fighters. The compass was damaged and they were flying deeper over enemy territory instead of heading home to Kimbolton.
The Germans, seeing the crippled Flying Fortress apparently going around in circles sent an ME-109G fighter to shoot the bomber down.
The german fighter pilot, whose name was Franz Steigler, caught up with the errant, heavily damaged bomber, most of its plexiglass shot away, one engine dead, and a half-missing rudder.
He saw that the crippled Fortress was going east instead of west, towards England, which was the way the B-l7 should have headed if it had had a compass.
Pulling up, alongside, Stigler signalled through his canopy to the blood-smeared Charlie Brown to do a one-eighty, to head back to England, and not occupied France.
Charlie Brown got the message and though ruderless,somehow managed to turn his bomber around.
The shot-up B-17 Got to land in England. Barely.
None of the surviving crew would talk about what happened. There seemed to be honour among airmen.
Well, I keep having the same dream about this true story. Over and over again. ..The German fighter pilot gesturing to me, to turn it around
and go back home, and not into heavily armed German airfields.
Is this some kind of cautionar tale?
Turn it around, Ivan or there will be more fighter and flak?
Is the best decision to not make any decision at all?
Is there an angel piloting an ME-109 not wanting to blast you with his cannon, but showing you the way home?
I had to look up the name Stigler, at least on this continent.
Stigler, professor of eponomy (natural names for places). Like New Market?
Seems to say, turn it around and bring 'er home.
I've got to dig up my old Dylan vinyls.
"Something's happening here, but you don't know what it is
--do you Mr. Jones."