5th dream of the night!

In this dream my dad was teaching me how to fly a plane.

The pane was small and white with a single seat and a propeller. The runway was on a kind of plateau with a steep slope down just after the end of the runway.

Dad seemed to think that the best way for me to learn how to fly would be to just have a go. I explained to him that I thought I could manage take-off and flying around in the sky, but I didn't think I could do a landing. He said there was nothing to it, that I just had to put my flaps up and slow down, and make sure not to come down too steep.

One of my concerns was that I would overshoot the runway and fall down the hill.