I think I'm trying to tell myself something...
I don't write down many of my dreams, and I should really start doing that. It's a great way to analyze what the unconcious "me" is trying to tell the concious "me". One dream that was so vivid came to me when I was in college and it so disturbed me that I had to write it down. I believe it was 2006, possibly 2005. The date is interesting becuase my grandmother died Oct 2006, so it could be a death dream but I'm not sure. Either way here is what I wrote:
A family boards a plane in the
. It was a 737, with three seats on either side of a singular aisle. There are blue waters around the airport, bluer than they should be anyway. The plane taxis to the runway and speeds up to take off. The boy in the family notices smoke—white—coming from the engine of the plane. He is nervous. The plane circles the airport several times, nearly hitting land when the engine explodes and rips off part of the wing. The chunks of metal smash into the tail of the plane, causing more blasts. People are standing up trying to retrieve their luggage, the oxygen masks are deployed. Forced to land, the pilots make a rough landing fairly smooth. Disembarking from the plane, the boy takes pictures of the aftermath: a fiery space where the wing was supposed to be, a charred section of the plane where a hole has formed. Then, he sees him. The Grim Reaper walks along side a body that the local emergency services are removing. It seems like no one can see him, just the boy knows he’s there. Grim Reaper looks right at the boy, the gray hooded cloak falls around an invisible body. Only blackness under the hood, only blackness. Czech Republic
I am the boy in the dream if it isn't apparent.
I was witness to a horrific event -- my mother's devastating blow to her son's trust and emotional foundation
I saw 'death' in the form of the Grim Reaper -- I "deadened" myself to emotion and thought altogether