Wow, last night was another one of those strange dreams. This time, it seemed a bit easier to understand. I was talking to my fiancee (but I don't know who she is), desparately trying get her to not sky dive, as it's like suicide, and the enemies I have that may go for her as a target. Anyways, she still insisted that it was safe, and that I'll see her floating down. I watch her jump out of the plane from my binoculars, and watch her free-fall for about couple of seconds. She pulls on the string that's suppose to open her parachute, but instead, it releases the entire back-pack from her. She starts falling in fear, and I start shooting my robot planes up into the sky (I think they were deHavilland Mosquitos, or F-22 Raptors). My planes catch her, and safely place my fiancee on the ground (How does it have VTOL abilities?). A reporter asks me how I saved her, and how I could know her exact location in the air. I showed him my boombox, which was actually a disguised radar station, and and I showed him the electronic transponder under the rings that we were wearing. I walk with my fiancee to home, but we go through my garage to store my planes and equipment. Then I wake up, and that's the end of the dream.