Propeller Memory

A flash of being off the ground. My feet do not touch the ground. I think it is evening or maybe I'm in a hangar. My arms are extended out and tied. I am tied to a propeller which is still attached to a plane!

I must be drunk and they must be drunk. My pilots have tied me to the propeller, and they are trying to make it spin. The motions feels odd. And when they get the blade past a certain point I can feel my spin start to twist and stress. I don't like this. I wonder if I shall have to bring my legs up to my chest to keep from being hurt. I feel very disoriented.

This memory surfaced after driving through some mountains in southern California where they have enormous windmills that look like giant propellers. The person who was Lothar started snickering and well, you can kinda guess what happened from there. He remembered the incident and said that the airplane motor was screwed up from doing that and that I chewed them out for messing up the airplane.