Dream Journal: A Missed Plane Flight and a Sacred Climb

One night I will BE the plane that flies to destinations unknown

Why do I always miss the plane in my dreams?

I mean, I’d really like to go on a vacation somewhere. But even in my dreams, my desire for escape is constantly thwarted.

Hmm… Do you think there’s something my subconscious is trying to tell me?

Last Thursday was the first night I started keeping a dream journal again. I only remembered scattered fragments from my dreams that night but I’m quite sure that if I hadn’t written down those fragments upon awakening I wouldn’t have remembered anything at all.

Here’s what I wrote…

The clearest fragment was when we missed the plane. I was with Rob and certain he was going to blame me even thugh I know we had left our place in plenty of time to make the flight. It was the insanely long line-up at customs that held us up.

And it wasn’t just us who missed the flight. A huge crowd of people had been walking with us down the sloping corridor to the lower level where the bullet-shaped tube trains were waiting to take us to the loading gate. But the doors closed before we could reach the trains and the whole crowd of us watched with dismay and outrage as those silver bullets pulled away from the platform, nearly empty.

The crowd of people turned as once and started running back up the incline, hoping to reach the loading gate on foot and catch the plane before it took off. But Rob and I knew the loading gate was on the other side of the airport and we’d never reach it in time.

I remember looking out a rain-streaked airport window. It was night time and the lights of the runway were blurry. Even though it was raining, the moon was clearly visible in the sky above.

My friend A was in the crowd. I haven’t spoken to her in months. In my dream, she was pregnant with her second child, while I hadn’t even met her first. The father of the child in her belly was with us, and he was telling us how he was going to petition the courts to have A declared an unfit mother. A seemed to think it was all a big joke, but I could tell he was serious about it.

There was also a dream fragment in which people or beings were expressing their belief in me and what I was doing. (Whatever that was.)  I had this feeling of being encouraged as I was walking up a rugged slope towards a wooden structure at the top of a hill. Again with the walking uphill… hmm. The structure at the top of the hill was somehow imbued with a sense of the sacred. There was a dark wooded thicket behind it. I can remember feeling humbled and hoping I would prove myself worthy.

Worthy of what? I have no idea…

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