You might have seen on the Twitter updates that I had another dream the other night about flying World War II aircraft. The first one was a few months ago and I also blogged about that. I have nothing else to write about today so I may as well jot down the details of this other dream.
It begins with me flying a Spitfire, though unlike the first dream this time I'm actually high in the air and flying it proper. However, the outcome is the same because I still crash it although I can't remember any specifics about the crash. All I know is that I'm suddenly up in the sky by myself with no plane, sitting on a cloud, my feet dangling over the edge.
I'm looking down towards the earth, though there is no sign of any actual ground, just plain blue sky. I keep thinking that it looks to be an awful long way down and I'm slightly concerned about falling off. Also some of the debris from my crashed Spitfire is still flying around me, including one of the propellor blades which is circling around like a boomerang. Somewhere around me is a voice commentating on the crash. The speaker is unseen, though I know it to be Willie Walsh (LOL), who is saying "there is still some crash debris up there and if that blade hits that young man then it will be bad news indeed".
Sat up there on the cloud I am waiting for somebody to fly by in another Spitfire and pick me up. All of a sudden Alex materialises out of nowhere and he is just walking along. Unlike me he is walking on bare blue sky. I'm shocked because I'm nervously perched on the cloud and worrying about falling off it, and there is Al just walking along on thin air. He greets me enthusiastically and says that he's crashed his Spitfire too. "How the hell are you walking on that?" I ask him, pointing at the nothingness beneath him. He spreads his arms and shrugs. "Fuck knows!" He then beckons me towards him with his arm. With one last look below me I pick myself up and step off the cloud.
End of dream.
It's worth noting that at no point during the dream was there any feeling or awareness at all of death. It was not a nightmare. Of course, when I woke up and re-lived the dream in my head, the connotation of death is pretty obvious. As to what it really means though is anyones guess!
Thanks for reading.
4 comments:
Having difficulties staying in flight indicates a lack of power in controlling your own circumstances. You may be struggling to stay aloft and stay on course.
It would appear that Alex represents our Lord Jesus Christ, leading you on a path to eternal salvation, possibly in the form of alcoholism.
Well thank you J firstly for including you in my dream, when I am with you guys it really does feel like im walking on air, such is the greatness of bent. Secondly thank you Gareth for saying I represent Jesus it really means a lot particularly at Easter!
Thanks for the comments boys, very amusing!
Nice blog BOTS always interesting to hear your travels m8.
Might body swerve Toronto tho as a bit too cold.
The only time i would go to Canada is to shoot bears.....grizzzzleees!!!!
I would wind them up by saying come on you bastard come and eat me and when the big fat grizzer was punding towards me thinking he was about to get his supper i would blow his head off with a powerful shotgun just to make sure i did kill him.......no im not some sycho...theres pleny more anyway.
Rgds
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