Wow more - jumbled disturbed dreams. This is further into sleep morning of same other post full moon nightmares.
Me and I guess Julia fly in a little passenger plane, a cessna, we had to, or were asked and dared to, fly in to get to family's house or friends house with mother - like woman at the end. She's the one we had to see and who urged us to fly even though I've never flown a plane before and have no experience.
Its strange, nerve wracking, sorta fun, but the vibe is so troubled that it's mainly just a big relief that we've gotten it here. Landed that rickety flying contrivance and now we mill around on the bottom floor of her little house, with other people vaguely around, often talking to her or shouting to her from downstairs.
There's some praise from her and encouragement but also little squabbles about things. Finally it comes to that well have to leave again and, you guessed it, fly the same plane out to somewhere else. At first I assent, though it seriously feels like pushing our luck. But then I get a sudden rattled sense and premonition that this time we won't be so lucky and we'll crash if I try flying it again.
I'm out on the sidewalk in front of the house and, wanting to tell her about this, I shout her name loudly so she'll hear upstairs where she is. A woman next door shouts "hey, be quiet!" Which she had shouted once before earlier. Its a recurring complaint of the neighbors about me
I go back into the house, kinda kitchen area downstairs, Julia too, and I talk to the motherly kinda friend woman I guess on the phone from downstairs. I say "I refuse to fly, I'm not gonna do it! I just got this really bad feeling about the whole thing..." She protests at first but kinda understands after a bit. I imagine her checking in with her intuition and get an at least plausible sense that I might be right. I ramble nervously around among the family and riff raff. Pretty soon I wake up.
Pretty soon I wake up.
Me and I guess Julia fly in a little passenger plane, a cessna, we had to, or were asked and dared to, fly in to get to family's house or friends house with mother - like woman at the end. She's the one we had to see and who urged us to fly even though I've never flown a plane before and have no experience.
Its strange, nerve wracking, sorta fun, but the vibe is so troubled that it's mainly just a big relief that we've gotten it here. Landed that rickety flying contrivance and now we mill around on the bottom floor of her little house, with other people vaguely around, often talking to her or shouting to her from downstairs.
There's some praise from her and encouragement but also little squabbles about things. Finally it comes to that well have to leave again and, you guessed it, fly the same plane out to somewhere else. At first I assent, though it seriously feels like pushing our luck. But then I get a sudden rattled sense and premonition that this time we won't be so lucky and we'll crash if I try flying it again.
I'm out on the sidewalk in front of the house and, wanting to tell her about this, I shout her name loudly so she'll hear upstairs where she is. A woman next door shouts "hey, be quiet!" Which she had shouted once before earlier. Its a recurring complaint of the neighbors about me
I go back into the house, kinda kitchen area downstairs, Julia too, and I talk to the motherly kinda friend woman I guess on the phone from downstairs. I say "I refuse to fly, I'm not gonna do it! I just got this really bad feeling about the whole thing..." She protests at first but kinda understands after a bit. I imagine her checking in with her intuition and get an at least plausible sense that I might be right. I ramble nervously around among the family and riff raff. Pretty soon I wake up.
Pretty soon I wake up.