Hijacked Airplanes/Buses
I know, 3 posts today? But I had to jot this dream down.
Since I actually got some sleep last night, I remembered much of a dream I was having. It played out like a very odd movie…
The first thing I recall is boarding a plane with Adam, Lidia and a baby girl. I do not know the baby’s name, however she appeared to be ours. I don’t think we had the boys in this dream. The next thing I know, we are in the air and there appears to be a someone on board hijacking the plane. I think “Oh boy, here we go again.” Yes, this hijacker was apparently familiar to me. I had been on one of his hijackings before. The hijackers seemed to be going around with a knife and cutting into the arms of the passengers as though they were looking for something. The odd thing (as though that’s not odd)? No one was bleeding.
So then, one hijacker tells the one in charge that he slipped something into the tea and over half of the people on the plane promptly pass out. We were not among them, and I discreetly attempt to open my cell phone and make a call. Suddenly one of the thugs comes down the aisle. I try to hide the phone, but he sees it and recognizes me. As he goes after my phone to try to pick it up, I look down, then up again and suddenly we are on a bus instead of a plane… yah.
Then the bus is suddenly veering off a short cliff and into water! I prepare myself by grabbing the baby, instructing Adam to grab Lidia and putting my hand on the emergency exit handle at the back of the bus. We swam to shore–the shore seemed to be some sort of resort or water park–and hastily exited. The water, luckily, was not deep. In fact, it really makes no sense that the bus I had supposedly been on was under water, yet when we got out, we almost walked to shore. Right.
Anyhoo, at some point now, Adam and Lidia leave the dream and it is me, the baby and a female friend (no clue who). We are wandering through stores trying to stay away from the bad guys, who are sure it was I who caused the bus to crash. We seemed to have stolen a stroller from somewhere. Just as we were trying to get enough money to make a phone call and get a bite to eat at a famous yellow submarine sandwich shop, a baby started fussing–no, for real. I woke up.
What the…?
I always think of my mom when I have weird dreams. Every time she relates a strange dream to me, she’ll say “I don’t know what I ate before I went to bed, but…”
I wonder if anyone’s ever done a study about that–eating late at night and it’s effect on dreams. It’s probably just a myth. There’s one for the Mythbusters…
Posted: Tuesday, August 21st, 2007 @ 4:51 pm
Categories: Crystal's Dreamlog.
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