Strange, disturbing dream.
Jun. 26th, 2005 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicAt my aunt's house last night, there were all these Reader's Digests in my bedroom, so I picked one up and was flipping through it. I read a story by a woman who had been left widowed when her husband's plane went down in PA on 9/11. Her husband's name was Jeremy, which made it harder for me to read in a way. But I read it, and it talks about how he called her from the plane to tell her what was happening and how he was going to wrestle the attackers out of the cockpit...apparently that's what he did. Anyway, I knew it was trouble. I knew I'd have a bad dream about this.
Well.
In my dream, I'm with my mom on a vacation/tour of some sort. Our guide (who I only heard in the dream, but didn't see) was kind of narrating the events. "We're walking now to a particular historic site..." etc. Anyway, in the dream, my mom had never flown before (in real life she flies all the time) and she was very scared to fly, but we had to get on a plane for the last part of our vacation. We were touring with a group of people that we didn't really know or befriend, so we kind of stuck together. On the plane, I'm trying to calm my mom down and reassure her that everything's fine.
I remember in the dream that when we got on the plane, we took seats that were facing the back of the plane (the dream plane had seats that faced each other, much like on trains). This girl was sitting opposite us, and the whole space between the seats was filled with her shit, so that we had to sit cross-legged in our seats because there was no place for our feet. As soon as we sat down, the plane started moving, except I was actually facing the front, and I only thought I'd been facing the back. This was particularly disturbing because we boarded from outside...like we walked up to the plane, so I was pretty sure about the orientation of my seat, but I was wrong. Anyway, when most planes would be taxiing slowly out to the runway, our plane was barrelling down the little plane-road, and it was tailgating (tailfinning?) another plane. The tour guide was like, "We're going to take off now." I wasn't concerned about the reckless style of plane-driving at all. It registered that it was odd, but not dangerous or worrisome.
Then we took off. It wasn't like most takeoffs. Instead, it was like one minute we were on the ground and the next we were at our cruising altitude. Then, almost immediately, we started descending. I don't remember if I assumed we'd have to land because of a problem or if the tour guide voice said we were going to land, but I do remember telling my mom not to worry, that we would just land and take off again soon, and we were both fine with that. But no sooner were the words out of my mouth than we started a nose-dive. I remember the sensation, which is weird because I usually don't feel anything in dreams, but it was like going down a roller coaster, only knowing you're going to die at the bottom of the hill. I screamed and started to cry. I was hugging my mom, and as soon as I hugged her, the plane leveled out and slowed to a halt in midair. Then - this is the really weird part - everything outside turned to a thick, muddy consistency, and we were no longer concerned with our near death experience; we just wanted to reach out and touch some mud. Then I woke up. This whole dream lasted 45 seconds to a minute, tops, but it scared the bejeezus out of me. I woke up on the verge of peeing in my pants. So I went to the bathroom, called my husband and left him one of those "I'm so lucky to have you" messages, read a chapter of Barry Snotter, and fell back to sleep.
That was a fucked up dream, but not as fucked up as the one I had the night before, which I'm not telling ANYONE about because it was SICK.
Peace.
Well.
In my dream, I'm with my mom on a vacation/tour of some sort. Our guide (who I only heard in the dream, but didn't see) was kind of narrating the events. "We're walking now to a particular historic site..." etc. Anyway, in the dream, my mom had never flown before (in real life she flies all the time) and she was very scared to fly, but we had to get on a plane for the last part of our vacation. We were touring with a group of people that we didn't really know or befriend, so we kind of stuck together. On the plane, I'm trying to calm my mom down and reassure her that everything's fine.
I remember in the dream that when we got on the plane, we took seats that were facing the back of the plane (the dream plane had seats that faced each other, much like on trains). This girl was sitting opposite us, and the whole space between the seats was filled with her shit, so that we had to sit cross-legged in our seats because there was no place for our feet. As soon as we sat down, the plane started moving, except I was actually facing the front, and I only thought I'd been facing the back. This was particularly disturbing because we boarded from outside...like we walked up to the plane, so I was pretty sure about the orientation of my seat, but I was wrong. Anyway, when most planes would be taxiing slowly out to the runway, our plane was barrelling down the little plane-road, and it was tailgating (tailfinning?) another plane. The tour guide was like, "We're going to take off now." I wasn't concerned about the reckless style of plane-driving at all. It registered that it was odd, but not dangerous or worrisome.
Then we took off. It wasn't like most takeoffs. Instead, it was like one minute we were on the ground and the next we were at our cruising altitude. Then, almost immediately, we started descending. I don't remember if I assumed we'd have to land because of a problem or if the tour guide voice said we were going to land, but I do remember telling my mom not to worry, that we would just land and take off again soon, and we were both fine with that. But no sooner were the words out of my mouth than we started a nose-dive. I remember the sensation, which is weird because I usually don't feel anything in dreams, but it was like going down a roller coaster, only knowing you're going to die at the bottom of the hill. I screamed and started to cry. I was hugging my mom, and as soon as I hugged her, the plane leveled out and slowed to a halt in midair. Then - this is the really weird part - everything outside turned to a thick, muddy consistency, and we were no longer concerned with our near death experience; we just wanted to reach out and touch some mud. Then I woke up. This whole dream lasted 45 seconds to a minute, tops, but it scared the bejeezus out of me. I woke up on the verge of peeing in my pants. So I went to the bathroom, called my husband and left him one of those "I'm so lucky to have you" messages, read a chapter of Barry Snotter, and fell back to sleep.
That was a fucked up dream, but not as fucked up as the one I had the night before, which I'm not telling ANYONE about because it was SICK.
Peace.
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I hate to take it off-topic but....
Date: 2005-06-26 06:35 pm (UTC)Re: I hate to take it off-topic but....
Date: 2005-06-26 06:36 pm (UTC)Re: I hate to take it off-topic but....
Date: 2005-06-27 04:17 pm (UTC)I can't speak to the veracity of what you said, but if true, I can hardly blame the government.
Regardless of the competence of any given President, Congress, or Supreme Court, I still think that the US is better off without all of Washington dead. If a plane is going to crash horrifically into someplace, better a semi-rural area than a densely populated, great-emotional-trauma-inducing place.
Utilitarianism, I guess?
One other thing...
Date: 2005-06-26 06:36 pm (UTC)I personally prefer reading amicus briefs in supreme court cases when I goto the bathroom; but that's another story.