Lucid Intent? No
This dream has been viewed 5570 times.Daytime and I find myself at an airport just about to board an airplane. As I walk across the runway with other passengers I see other aircraft coming into land, these planes are all on fire and burning but regardless of their terrible condition the pilots of each aeroplane manages to land admirably well. The runway is soon littered with charred and burnt out aircraft that have just managed to make a safe emergency landing.
As I climb the steps up onto the plane I’m going to fly aboard a passenger (an unfamiliar dream character) asks me if I’m frightened of flying after having witnessed all of the burning planes coming in to land. I tell him “Not at all” and truly have no fear of flying or dying at all.
An air hostess guides me down the central aisle to my seat which happens to be number 9.09. I quite like the look of this seat as it looks like a cosy restaurant booth with two bench like seats facing across a table. Everyone about me though seems to think that the seat is not nice and should be avoided even the air hostess suggests to me that it is an unpopular seat, I’m given the impression the seat may be jinxed.
I sit down opposite to a young man who I share some kind of vague association and duality with, we both put on some earphones to listen to and I then look out of the window where I drift off into a trance like gaze.
From out of the window of the stationary plane I watch a scene whereby an oriental or Polynesian lady drives one of the airports coaches across the runway in order to drop off some passengers, as I watch and gaze at her I pick up on her life story and begin to have a visual flashback or reverie.
Apparently many years ago the airport used to have a swimming which was made freely available for the airport staff to use for recreation and leisure when they weren’t working, I begin to watch a scene of the much younger oriental lady bathing with her infant son in the swimming pool with some other lady’s who are air hostesses for the airport, the scene has a veiled mythical air of water nymphs caring for an infant about it.
The scene is very pleasant but suddenly there is some kind of catastrophe and the building where the swimming pool is situated in begins to shudder violently as if in the throws of an earthquake. The tall walls collapse inwards into the swimming pool and many of the female bathers are crushed, the oriental lady manages to escape unharmed but her little son has his legs terribly crushed beneath a fallen wall.
As the lady cradles her injured son in the pool I start relive their lives in fast forward but detailed motion right up to this present point where I am gazing out at her driving the coach across the runway. The lady’s little boy grew up lame with withered legs and from that point the boy’s life always was and has been a struggle regardless of the huge amounts of compensation money that was given to his mother by the airports insurers. It would seem that no amount of money can repair the damage caused by the tragedy.
I realise that the little boy who is now a young man always wanted to be and still aspires to being a pilot one day. As I slip deeper into trance watching the mother drive the coach across the runway (an incredibly vivid moment where I could see that this very real dream character was caught up in her own thoughts just as I was caught up in mine, my dreams have been so vivid now that I’ve been going to bed earlier its quite shocking) I have a flashback from the point of view of the lady’s son the day the tragedy happened.
I look up through the rippling water of the rubble filled pool and see grim spectral clown faces haunting me, I gasp for air as my lungs feel they are about to explode, I desperately want to scrabble and swim my way to the surface for air.
Additional Comments:Thoughts: This dream is almost certainly about how I’m trying to make some positive changes in my life at the moment and even though this dream had its upsetting moments on the whole I felt that it was very positive and helpful by pointing important ideas and advice out to me. To dream of busy airports I have read can be an indication of ambitious new beginnings which definitely ties in with the way I’m trying to raise my ways of thinking upward to a new higher level, I have noticed that dreams of airports for me are on the whole always usually positive and uplifting dreams. The airplanes might symbolise a search for freedom, adventure and advancement and a reaching out for higher levels of success and also a sharper consciousness so I have read. The aircraft that were coming in to land which were on fire may have represented my setting of past goals too high to begin with and could even be symbolic in part of broken dreams or hopes I’ve had. But saying that this scene may simply have been a warning against falling into such overoptimistic aspirations as I wasn’t actually travelling on any of these planes and the plane I got on seemed okay apart from the suspicious seating arrangements. Seat number 9.09 isn’t quite seat ten which symbolically might suggest reaching a new stage or a higher level of understanding in regards to the dreams theme of ascending higher, this in combination with a grounded plane makes sense as it too isn’t quite of the ground yet. I’ve also actually read that to witness an airplane crash far away from oneself in a dream may indicate that the dreamer will be witnessing some major changes in his or her life and that these changes can often be positive regardless of the drama. I have learnt that dreams about legs often represent ones confidence to stand up and take control (much like with the symbolism for a pilot, see below) and can also imply progress and ones ability to navigate through life. But if the dream legs are weak, wounded or crippled it may suggest that the dreamer is feeling emotionally vulnerable or lacking balance, autonomy and independence which is definitely how I have been feeling recently. The leg symbolism seems very significant and I have also read that it can represent that the dreamer is unable or unwilling to stand up for his or her self perhaps through a lack of courage. The kind of imbalances in the crippled boy’s legs may also suggest that there is some sort of imbalance in some aspect of the dreamers life with an emphasis or weight placed upon on one thing (the feminine swimming pool perhaps which may represent subconscious over-exploration), while ignoring other important aspects that need attention as well. The crippled boys dreams of one day being a pilot almost surely signifies a wish to be in complete control of his destination in life something that only comes with confidence and self-assurance in his own decisions and accomplishments. The scene of the boy attempting to ascend up from the depths of the pool for air had certain parallels with a jet taking off and reaching for the skies I thought, with the added symbolism of the youths striving for oxygen representing yet more recurring air symbolism for me.
Dream 2: Eavesdropping on the plumber and Mum – Morning time and I wake up (in the dream) at My Mum’s house in my old bedroom, I sleepily walk over to the front door to pick up the post. I reach down over a very large and chest high parcel wrapped in brown paper I completely over look the item even though it is awkwardly in the way (it doesn’t occur to me in the dream that it is actually an item of post as it is way too large to have come through the letter box). I take the few letters that are wedged in the letter box and go into the kitchen where I see my stepfather and I offer to make him a hot drink. I go to fill the kettle up at the sink but when I turn the tap on I see water spraying out at a 90º angle, the problem leak isn’t too bad and I can just about manage to fill up the kettle but its definitely something which needs seeing too. My stepfather and I suddenly hear an argument outside on the doorstep so I peer around the corner and see my Mum speaking heatedly with a man who I recognise was our next door neighbour where I lived in my childhood home, this man was a plumber and appears exactly the same age as he did back then which creates something of a jarring contrast between my Mum who is her current age. I strain my ears to eavesdrop in on their argument whilst I pretend to continue going about making my stepfather and I a drink. I can just make out that the old neighbour is asking my Mum for information about his father who is convalescing in the old peoples care home where she works (My Mum used to work at such a home but not any more). My Mum can’t give him the information he wants and the conversation becomes quite heated and argumentative, the situation looks bad but thankfully though it soon cools off and they are still friends. I watch as something of a truce is called and my Mum takes the plumber around to the rear of the house to show him the plumbing problem which I assume is probably linked to the trouble with the kitchen tap.