I haven't been dreaming much recently, and when I do, it usually involves people I'm not comfortable posting about. I did however, have a dream last nite that didn't feature anyone I know in my waking life so I'm finally gonna post a new dreamblog. It was another dream involving planes.

I am on a large passenger plane, sitting at a window seat so i could watch as we are flying over the ocean. Suddenly the plane drops altitude and large hole rips open in the side of the cabin opposite mine. Several passengers sitting near the hole are sucked out of the plane.

Panic ensues among the passengers, including me, and the dream immediately becomes a cycle of events, like so very many of my dreams.

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CYCLE:
1) plane drops altitude
2) a few people get sucked out of the hole
3) panic among remaining people becomes more hysterical
4) goto 1

The anomaly to the cycle, however, is my feeling of panic. As the other passengers become more hysterical, I personally become more relaxed. Each time the planes drops closer and closer to the ground, and as more and more of my fellow passengers are jettisoned out into blue oblivion, I become more at peace with the inevitability that I am going to die.

I begin to whistle. I no longer stare at the gaping hole in our plane, which remains the focus of attention for the other passengers, particularly those closest to the hole. Instead, I look out the window and see that we are no longer over the ocean. We are now flying/falling over the desert.

I close my eyes and begin to sing. It is some beautiful aria to some opera that I apparently know very well in the dream (I don't actually know anything about opera in my waking life).

The other passengers don't seem to notice my singing, probably because the howling wind from the hole in the plane and the roar of the jet engines are too loud. I however, can no longer hear anything but the sound of my voice. I still have my eyes closed, but I can see/feel in my mind that the desert sand below the plane is getting closer and closer as my song builds to the climactic finish.

Just as the plane is about to crash into the ground, I calmly unbuckle my seat belt, stand up and walk blindly towards the hole, singing all the while with my eyes shut. When I feel the soft desert sand sink below my feet, my song finishes and I open my eyes. The plane that I have just jumped/walked out of crashes just a short distance from me, but the huge explosion of flaming debris and sand has no effect on me. I stand there tall and proud.

I feel a hand on my shoulder so I turn around and see a handful of other 7 or 8 other passengers from the plane, alive as well. I don't ask how they survived and they don't ask me. I just say "We're alive." The tiny group of us survivors huddle into a group hug for a moment, and then everyone turns and walks their separate ways into the desert.

I am left alone, standing on the desert sand, smiling.