My series of dreams started with having to help someone (some three-step process), but we (two other people and I) needed to find them out of a group of people labeled with letters. I was optimistic saying it’s only 26 people to look through. I later found out (after waking up after almost every person) that it was the GERMAN alphabet with the ß, ë, ü, etc.
Somewhere in there, I was in a room full of people and some dictator came in with his bodyguards and everyone was afraid, except me. I showed it, too. Everyone kept looking down and standing up when he said to stand and sit down when he said to sit down and I just sat there looking at him in the eye as he enjoyed his power. He noticed it and picked “random” people, including me, to go into another room. I was the youngest. He wanted us to look at a financial plan and provide ideas on how to run the country. I gave my ideas and the others agreed for the most part, but I never understood why the dictator would trust us when he didn’t know us.
In the next dream, “Betty” and I were getting food at some some restaurant and we both thought the server at the bar was cute. She, of course, went ultra flirty, and I ended up interrupting her to show the guy I lived closer and knew Columbus better.
He also worked at a small restaurant in German Village off of S. High Street. It was an old small brick building that was painted white and the restaurant name and menu were painted blue in an old baseball uniform/Coca-Cola font. In the sign it said it only sold hamburgers and hot dogs. (This was one of the things I finished the sentence at the same time as the guy and made Betty jealous.)
Later, Betty and I were dropping a stray puppy off at some pet place, who said they didn’t have enough money to take care of it. Betty decided that since we were on S. High Street, she’d walk to that restaurant. I gave her a vague description of where it was (2-3 intersections south), hoping she wouldn’t want to walk in her heels in 90-degree weather, but she did anyway.
There was a family friend at the pet place and I offered to drive him to my place since it was about a half mile north and said I didn’t think they should have to walk.
In another dream, I was at the same location, except this time it was a bed and breakfast. My boyfriend in the dream (auburn hair, go figure) and I were on a couch near the lobby waiting for other people or something. We were watching TV. I was bored and tired of being on the couch and wondered if we should just get a room and chill out there.
I remember a scene about meeting his family. He came from a family known for producing timber, but recently cut down (and wasted) acres of trees to grow cantelope looking melons to sell in the “Sugar Trade.”
I remember booking a flight on my phone to go back to some work thing in the Carolinas and come back. For some reason, I thought this would be a quick trip.
Kara, Sean, and I decided to make it a trip. We got to a “airport” that was multi-leveled and futuristic looking. Our flight got there and Sean and I (we both had bookbags) walked across an internal bridge to get on first. About 20-25 people started pouring out of the plane and Sean shoved his way in before they were done exiting (this is not like him in waking life). Two of the passengers where my parents returning from vacation. My dad’s face was tan from being in sun and they were both happy just returning from a relaxing vacation.
Once the people got out, I was surprised it wasn’t more people. I thought maybe it was one of those small planes. Kara finally caught up and we got into the plane. It was a spacious area with three row of seats and isles on each side. The roof appeared to be see-through, but later, I realized it but have been projections that showed the outside.
I didn’t have tickets and they expected me to show them the tickets on my phone from when I ordered the flight. I remember looking up the texts and found one I sent to Sean saying we were flying JetBlue.
By then, it was too late, they told me to take my seat. Sean had a seat further back and me and Kara had seats next to each other in the front row. They took off before I could buckle my seat belt. They had turbulence lifting off from the airport and Kara was REALLY worried. I was mostly concerned with trying to buckle and tighten my seat belt, especially when I started to feel weightless.
By the time I looked up, it looked as if we were in space. I looked to the right and outside if the “window” were SEVERAL space crafts. It looked like a traffic jam. The crafts were shaped as a large rectangle on the bottom, smaller rectangle on the top and the sides were trapezoids. At the bottom were glowing blue circles that served as landing gear, propulsion, and connecting to other compartments. The sides were dark - another reason why I thought our “windows” were projections/screens.
I saw the larger crafts - two to three compartments together - attach to a pickup truck-shaped container in front - that was the cargo. Ours, being smaller, was just box-shaped.
I knew in my dream that this form of travel was popular and cheap and the company who monopolized them wanted more crafts in the air, larger, filled with more people, and more cargo to the point it has become dangerous.
No one knew what the first turbulance was and thought it was part of the normal lift off.
The way the vehicle traveled was in bursts of speed and it would verbally say something like, “Speeding up” or “Faster” and then you could see the stars fly past and feel heaver in your seat. It reminded me of a Universal Studios or EPCOT ride.
Later, out of nowhere, we saw a giant orb light up in front of us. It was too late, our craft hit it and it also had some sort of pulsating gravitational field because it continued to hit it until into the earth’s atmosphere when we began to fall. Later, I was told this was created by a terrorist or another country.
You would think it would burn or something in the atmosphere, but the decent was not crazy fast, it was just uncontrolled and eventually crashed. While falling, people were screaming and I held onto Kara to calm her down. I wasn’t scared (just like the other plane crash dream). I had my eyes closed and when the movement stopped, I expected a cheesy white light or white space, but instead woke up in bed on a mattress from an apartment I lived in 2 years ago. On the left, the windows now were designed like the inside of a plane from waking life.
The guy from the shop Betty and I were flirting with was a couple of years older, standing in the doorway to tell others I woke up. My first question was, “Am I dead?” And the guy said I wasn’t. I said, “whose idea was it to put plane windows in my room after almost dying in a plane crash?” He said it was me. I had amnesia and could not remember the last year or more. He explained I was no longer with the auburn haired guy, but was with “Charlie” (even though he didn’t make an appearance in the dream). There were buckets in my room. It started raining and my roof had several leaks and I was like, “So that’s what the buckets are for.” Outside, the cemetery had been converted to another similar apartment complex. A family was sitting outside and a kid rode a red bike up and down the parking lot.