Shortly before waking this morning, I dreamed I was watching the approach of a large World War II-vintage, propeller-driven plane over a clearing in a wooded area where I stood. It must have been coming from an air show, I reckoned.
The plane was a multi-engined behemoth, a B-17 bomber or something along those lines. The plane was majestic in flight, its engines roaring as it lumbered along at low altitude.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash from the right side of the cockpit, the engines sputtered and the plane descended rapidly in a gentle arc, crashing just beyond the clearing amid the trees.
Shocked by what I had just seen, I was torn between running home to get my camera and sprinting to the wreckage to help those on board.
And then I woke up.
Planes falling from the sky has been a fairly common dream theme over the past several years. This is the second dream in recent memory that has involved a vintage plane. I'm sure this reflects my interest in World War II aircraft.
But why? What could be the message?
8 comments:
So many interpretations. But so interesting how you immediately thought do i get my camera or help people? At least your dreams are interesting.Almost movielike. I frequently dream my teeth are falling out.
Lisa
Hi Lisa,
Yeah, it was a pretty weird dream.
Sorry I haven't called or written lately. I'll do both this weekend ...
Duuuuude...not so sure I wanna fly over there to visit anymore...
Hah!! Unless you're coming over in a B-17, everything should be cool. :))
Hm ... I wonder what a vintage plane symbolizes for you?
That's what I would like to know.
Thanks for the great portait in the later post! As to air crashes... pressman dreams. I had one very like it, oh a month ago. I was out on long island, watching a plane coming in too low in a suburban community near an airport, it was huge, 747 or the like, going so slow I could see the windows, the landing gear very clearly, I began to photograph as it clipped trees, knowing there was nothing I could do to help, only do my job... then it feel onto the tarmack of the airport and I was anoyed that press were kept out, though worried for the folks... typical press dream, eh? Maybe it is the couple of air crashes lately, I also dreamed about photographing a tornado in midtown the morning the tornado hit Brooklyn. In that dream I was hoping that I would not be killed, as I really wanted to file the story... hmmmm...
Your description of the B 17 is very good... reminds me of a real event when I was in grade school... I was distracted while playing baseball in an inter school game, by the long winged profile of a B 17... I was not sure it was one, could not believe my luck at seeing what might be a B 17, kept watching it and it passed overhead close enough to see the gun turettes - that and seeing a DC 3 fly over the wilderness in Canada are my favorite airplane memories.
See ya this weekend
all the best
lor
Hey Lor,
I've never seen a B-17 in flight. I've only heard one from a distance starting up its engines on the tarmac of a local airport, and it was soooo loud. ...
Yeah, maybe it's just a pressman's dream. I keep looking for deeper meanings, when maybe it's that there aren't any.
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