Freudian flights

Last night I dreamed I was flying an underpowered helicopter.

Somehow pulling back on the joystick didn't increase power to the rotors (that's how this helicopter worked - there was no collective or cyclic or whatever the pull-back thing is that gives you lift.) So I was reduced to swooping low over the heads of people below, enjoying the freedom of the skies but frustrated by the effort it took to climb just a little higher.

A strange metaphor.