Parachuting

Nothing like the sound of a vomiting cat to wake you bright and early, 430 am on a Tuesday morning. It interrupted a rather vivid, interesting dream I was having.
My brother was flying an old, military style cargo plane, and I was in the cargo area, preparing to parachute out from one of the side doors. I was scared as f**k about the whole parachuting thing, checking everything over and over again, but for some odd reason, I also felt I had absolutely no reason to worry. Defying logic, there was no rushing sound of wind from the open door, and there was no sensation of me being pulled out before I was ready. Everything was amazingly calm, and the landscape was breathtaking.
However, I was still checking everything, so my brother came up from the pilot area and helped me check things once more, assuring that I was all set to go.
That's when I heard the cat wretching...right before the best part of the dream! I have falling dreams just like everyone else, but instead of it being steeped in fear and apprehension like most falling dreams are, I felt this one was going to be liberating and cathartic and that nothing would go wrong.
I guess it's the thought that counts...