This is a departure for me in this blog. I’m going to just transcribe a dream I had last night as best as I remember it. I will analyze it later, for now, it’s left me a bit unsettled.
Possibly triggering. Involves plane crash.
Standing on a corner talking with a friend.
Big green grass field, then warehouses and residential surround us.
2 planes are flying overhead, one high and flat, other low and downward pointing.
Becomes clear the downward facing one is nose diving. Into the ground. Close by.
It’s a DELTA plane. Has orange and green colours on it, pretty sure these aren’t correct.
We start to run for cover, because debris might get to us, as close as this is.
After the crash, start to see something falling towards us. It’s a man, with a parachute that isn’t deploying properly.
Coming in fast and at a steep angle.
He’s wearing flight crew uniform.
It never gets fully open as he hits the ground. Hard. His body stays intact, but cartwheels in exactly the way bodies don’t.
Second man with parachute appears and is descending rapidly. This time straight down.
Looks like his chute might open in time.
Nope. Hits the ground very near me. Just a wet icky thud. Parachute flutters out feet away at full extension of the lines attaching it.
Looking at the bodies, I realize I felt NOTHING, and still feel NOTHING.
There is plane wreckage all around.
The dream shifted and that’s all I remember.