I must be dreaming, this can not be real. Nothing makes sense. What might a new pilot under stress consider a nightmare? Perhaps something like this? You find yourself being told to follow a jeep onto the streets of Las Vegas. Why? To watch your friends parachute onto the rooftop of the NewYork NewYork hotel. Things go real bad and then there you are following a tank down the street back to the airport, where you are told by base command to stop a terrorist attack. Problem is, all you have is your cannon, so you get busy following orders. Can you make it through this thing? Can you stop the aircrafts from terrorizing Las Vegas with just your cannon? You have not made it to the end and succeeded until Porky Pig tells you so. Then you can wake up.
Sounds in your head by AC/DC, ZZ Top, and yes, the motor city mad man himself, Uncle Ted - Only from the mind of crazy Carl comes something like this.