I was strapped into the nose cone of a fighter plane. The plane was long and narrow and arranged in a line with several other fighter planes facing the edge of a cliff. There was a man strapped in behind me. We were training for a sky diving mission. The nose cone opened, and the planes rolled forward toward the edge. I felt the ground drop off below me, and the plane kept pushing forward until the back tires were on the very edge, and the whole front of the plane protruded into space. Slowly the planes began to roll over to the right. I held on as I went upside down. When the planes were upright again, they began to pull back from the edge of the cliff.