Multiple Live Airplane Crashes

I’m transported to a place I have never visited in reality before. It’s nearly twilight, and there are millions of stars above me. I feel like I’m in the most magical place ever. The polar white stars sparkled and shimmered like scattered moon dust in the sky. They glittered in their heavenly finery providing beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world. The ones furthest away, almost outside the span of human comprehension, were like flashes of pinpricks in a veil of darkness.

I watched the sky like there was snowfall sparkling in outer space and I felt privileged just to be there in that moment of time. I’m watching all this from the top of a high snowy mountain peak when my beautiful vision was unexpectedly shattered. It’s almost as everything occurs in slow motion. I desperately want to stop the tragedy that will unfold before me, but I am rendered helpless. I feel stuck, unable to move and can hear the unsettling beat of my heartbeat pounding alarmingly in my ear.

I watch the scene unfold before me, transfixed to the spot. I observe as 10 planes come crashing together in a pattern of an evening constellation. The Concord, F-15 Eagle, F-22 Raptor, Northrop F-5, Supermarine Spitfire, MiG-23, F-86 Sabre, F-14 Tomcat and the P-51 Mustang all explode before my eyes with a deep booming sound into a fireball that dwarfs any blazing fire that has ever existed. The silence of the mountain was violated as the debris falls to the ground ruining the snow-wreathed mountains; The aftermath of the crash eventually causing a tsunami of snow to rumble down the side of its peaks.

I wake up, unable to forget what just occurred in my dream. The dream was so vivid that I still see the fire like a million dragonflies dancing before my eyes. It haunts me to this day.

Thoughts- they say that dreaming of plane crashes may be a metaphor of some aspect of your life being in danger of ending quickly or unexpectedly. Nothing of that sort took place, which leaves me to believe that maybe not all dream interpretations are true.

The Alien at the bottom of the Lake

A group of us had ventured into the wild on a field trip. We seemed to be lost and were looking for a place to stay and possibly get some food. We weren’t entirely alone. The songs of various birds and Mockingjay’s could be heard piercing through the trees. Somewhere in the distant, we heard lions growling as well. We were surrounded by lush green trees with squirrels scampering about.

We have now walked for what seemed like miles. It was frustrating because we kept going in circles with nothing new to report to our group members. Suddenly when all hope and words of positivity dissipated; a hill appeared before us. It wasn’t as huge as a mountain but was enough so that we could roll down it. Thankfully, there weren’t any boulders to crash into on our way down.

At the bottom of the hill, there was a lake. Its waters were the color of the most purest of blues you have ever seen. The water was so clear, we could see through it for a short distance. What was peculiar about the lake was the shiny glare peeping at us from the bottom of the pool. It looked like the sun was reflecting off of it at various angles. I decided I shall be the one amongst my peers to dive into the deep waters of the lake and retrieve that shiny object that had us all mesmerized.

I dive into the cool water which feels instantly warm and comfortable once I’m in its depths and swim to the bottom. I find it’s not too deep. I see a sapphire at the bottom covered by bits of coral and reach for it. As I’m about to grab the beautiful gem that has me transfixed with awe; a beautiful alien appears in front of me. She is the color of twilight. Blue and purple merged into one with silver streaks that look like raindrops made of diamonds dotted across her skin. She seems gentle and I am not afraid. She speaks to me telepathically and tells me that she is the guardian of this lake. It only appears when someone is true of heart and it provides them with what they need. She tells me not to be afraid and to not mention about what I’ve seen to the people standing on the bottom of the hill. She tells me her name is Aithusa. I promise her, I wouldn’t say a word. She believes me and produces a platter of fruits, bread and the most delectable-looking chocolate in the world. She tells me to take this up to the surface to my friends so that we may eat and regain our strength once again. Along with the food, she gives me a small remanent of a star. I’m transfixed by its beauty. This star had fallen a great many years ago, and a piece of it fell here. I’m told to hold it in my palm and that it’s light shall guide me out of the forest.

I thank Aithusa profusely and emerge out of the depths of the water.

I then, wake up.

Thoughts- I felt like I was transported into another world. This dream was beautiful and it reminded me of the possibility of the existence of extraterrestrial beings on other planets. There are hundreds of other little world’s out there within the Milkyway that our minds can not even perceive. It would be amazing to meet one someday and discuss the laws that govern our worlds.

The overprotective mother cat

I’m in a dark alleyway. Hungry, thirsty, exhausted and all alone. I know I’m somewhere in Africa. I realize I’ve lived there before for a couple of weeks, yet I’m very unfamiliar with where I am.

I desperately try to find a way out of the maze I seem to be stuck in but my attempts prove to be futile.

I’m hoping that I’ll come across someone, anyone, that will be able to help me find shelter. Whilst aimlessly dragging my feet one step at a time, I come across a kitten. She’s the color of pure white snow. I’m mesmerized not by her sweet nature and crystal clear blue eyes, but rather by the pile of leftover food she’s standing near. I decide to approach her cautiously and take a burger in order to appease my hunger.

What I don’t see, is her mother waiting in the shadows. The moment I grab the burger, I hear a high pitched “meow”- it’s almost like an angry yell! I’m suddenly terrified and I begin running for my life. A room suddenly appears before me and I run into it hoping I can hide from the mother Cat. When I enter the room, I’m awed by its beauty. Its high ceilings are supported by tall marble pillars all around. On the corner of the room, I see a glass table laden with delicious, ripe, juicy fruits. Everything you can ever imagine. I feel like I’ve been transported to the Roman era. I know I can’t stand there in awe for long lest the cat gains on me. I suddenly spot a black silk couch to one side partially draped in a white cloth. I quickly dive under the cloth in the hopes that the cat doesn’t see me.

I stay quiet as a mouse, trying to not breathe so loudly. All is silent. I uncover the cloth just the tiniest of fractions so I may see any danger before me. After a while, I see a cat as black as the darkest hours of the night with piercing green eyes coming towards me. What’s scary, is that she has a sharp butcher’s knife in her paws. I see her edging her way towards me as slowly as possible. I begin to panic and hope that I don’t die over a burger when I suddenly see her raise the knife and aim to strike at me.

That is when I wake up in a sweat.

Thoughts- I really do love cats- all animals actually. I don’t know why I dreamt of this, but I did. For some reason, it scared the hell out of me even though I know cats don’t hold knives and want to kill you.

A little insight into me- The Lucid Dreamer

Since this is my very first time blogging; I figured it would be ideal to provide a little bit of information on myself. So, here goes:

I’m in love with anything to do with Astronomy or Greek Mythology. Owning a telescope has always been a dream I’ve cherished. Reading up about Titan’s moons or Aurora Borealis fascinates me and makes me wonder at the vastness and beauty of this world.

Anyone who knows me knows I absolutely love reading and writing. It’s a passion I’ve harbored since I was a little girl. I read every single book on fantasy, romance, literature, and sci-fi that I could possibly get my hands on the instant I learned how to read. I’m not absolutely certain if that’s where the nature of the millions of dreams I have, stemmed from; however, I do know that when I do watch something scary for instance; or if someone mentioned something during the day and it subconsciously stuck in my mind- I would definitely dream about it.

I’m an avid dreamer [If you can call it as such]. I haven’t met many like myself that dreams as much as I have. You see, people don’t really remember much or anything of what they have dreamt about when they wake up unless they make a huge effort to do so. I, however, am different.  I always hated the fact that I can dream so much and have no peace whilst I was asleep. Once, I even decided to buy a dream catcher which to my utter dismay didn’t work. Now though, I love it. It’s a way for me to escape reality for a bit. Think of it like your brain is showing you a 3D movie every night. Some good and some bad.

This is the way I dream: I dream of the past or present, but never of the future. Since I am aware that I am dreaming, I can exert some level of control over my dreams. I don’t necessarily have to be the subject of my dreams. I may be viewing my dream through someone else’s eyes or rather just as a story that’s unfolding before me. When I wake up, I can go back to sleep after a while and continue what I had previously dreamt about. Many a time, it’s honestly not that amazing especially when the dream is frightening. Other times, it’s exciting! When I do awake, I can recall the dream in explicit detail and can remember it for days, months, even years. In case, I don’t remember what I’ve dreamt about; then, there would be certain incidents that occur on that particular day that triggers an event in my dream, and it suddenly all comes rushing back like a whirlwind.

I thought it best to blog about the dreams I have and see what the rest of you make of them 🙂

-The Lucid Dreamer