05-18-2016, 08:24 PM
Last night one of my dreams was symbolic and significant.
I found myself in the building of the high school from which I graduated (which is now a junior high), but the rooms were differently laid out, and smaller. I was doing something in one of the rooms, and was startled to see a jet fighter-trainer taxi through the doorway and into the room. It looked like a 1/3 scale F-16, except that the wing-root extensions extended further forward, and were flared out to form a pair of fixed canards; and the cockpit had two seats, not one behind the other as is usual in jet trainers, but side-by-side, so the spaces were narrow and long, with the space for the instructor on the right. Puzzled as to how the instructor could have gotten the jet--with its 14-foot wingspan--through the 40" doorway, I asked the instructor, who gave some mumbled, deflective answer, and turned the jet around to taxi it back out of the building.
Intrigued, I joined him, and I was astonished to see the wings just pass through the walls, as a shadow passing through another shadow. We turned left, went out through the front entrance, into the front parking lot, and then turned SW and taxied toward the school's running track. He was looking for a runway sufficiently long enough to launch the plane, and I wanted to join him, to fly in that beautiful craft. I directed him to the track, and told him that he'd have to go into full afterburner to launch that craft on the short runway it provided, even notwithstanding the plane's high aspect ratio.
Suddenly a short, steep hillock appeared in front of us. The pilot got distracted by it, and we walked about 2/3 of the way up it. He produced a rucksack full of potting soil, along with some young, bare-root cucumber vines, and insisted that we plant them in the potting soil there on the side of the hill; so we did so, and watered them. All the time I was getting more and more anxious to get in the plane and ride it skyward, into the wild blue yonder. But after planting the cucumbers the pilot just wandered off, and the plane disappeared, leaving me in the lurch. I walked back toward the school, terribly disappointed, and the dream ended.
I interpreted this dream as a message from the spirits watching me, that I'm becoming distracted by materialism, and that such distraction is preventing me from advancing faster.
I found myself in the building of the high school from which I graduated (which is now a junior high), but the rooms were differently laid out, and smaller. I was doing something in one of the rooms, and was startled to see a jet fighter-trainer taxi through the doorway and into the room. It looked like a 1/3 scale F-16, except that the wing-root extensions extended further forward, and were flared out to form a pair of fixed canards; and the cockpit had two seats, not one behind the other as is usual in jet trainers, but side-by-side, so the spaces were narrow and long, with the space for the instructor on the right. Puzzled as to how the instructor could have gotten the jet--with its 14-foot wingspan--through the 40" doorway, I asked the instructor, who gave some mumbled, deflective answer, and turned the jet around to taxi it back out of the building.
Intrigued, I joined him, and I was astonished to see the wings just pass through the walls, as a shadow passing through another shadow. We turned left, went out through the front entrance, into the front parking lot, and then turned SW and taxied toward the school's running track. He was looking for a runway sufficiently long enough to launch the plane, and I wanted to join him, to fly in that beautiful craft. I directed him to the track, and told him that he'd have to go into full afterburner to launch that craft on the short runway it provided, even notwithstanding the plane's high aspect ratio.
Suddenly a short, steep hillock appeared in front of us. The pilot got distracted by it, and we walked about 2/3 of the way up it. He produced a rucksack full of potting soil, along with some young, bare-root cucumber vines, and insisted that we plant them in the potting soil there on the side of the hill; so we did so, and watered them. All the time I was getting more and more anxious to get in the plane and ride it skyward, into the wild blue yonder. But after planting the cucumbers the pilot just wandered off, and the plane disappeared, leaving me in the lurch. I walked back toward the school, terribly disappointed, and the dream ended.
I interpreted this dream as a message from the spirits watching me, that I'm becoming distracted by materialism, and that such distraction is preventing me from advancing faster.
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