I woke up in my dream to find my parents and the cast of Stargate SG-1 were hurrying packing. I asked why and they said we had to get off this earth. Whatever, I didn’t understand that. I got into the closet and found my white blouse and a light blue one like it and Mom took it and put it in a suitcase.
Oh, I woke up from hearing a scream from someone as if they were falling down a tunnel. Found out that someone near the iris (which was open and engaged) and the floor gave away and they fell through. All I remember seeing is this huge black hole where the floor fell through. Someone tried to put a wooden board there to walk across, but it didn’t go all the way across it started at the iris and ended approximately 3 inches from the floor edge. It was just floating on air. They said we couldn’t cross.
I went into the house a little more. It was huge, very very huge! My bedroom was two times the size of my real one and the family room was two times the size the real one. Pumpkin (my cat) was still alive and I remember looking at a picture taken of her. It was a good picture of her. I remember then the Friends‘ cast came in and Joey fell through the hole. I can’t remember where Monica went off to. Phoebe and Rachel were arguing about how Phoebe had won a lot of money in Vegas and didn’t tell Rachel. Rachel put an ugly rug over the empty spot on the floor and Phoebe dared her to walk across and she got half way across and then asked Phoebe to give her some of the loot if she made it.
Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems
Then, that merged into a dream where Dad was rich and people were after him. I remember something about a bathroom with a brown door (painted) and looking at the roll of toilet paper (single roll). He told us to get ready for the plane trip. I am so scared of planes and I have this rule: don’t get on a plane if the flight number has double numbers, a 1, or 0 in it. I knew in my dream that I wrote down the flight number and time in my dream I looked it up and I wanted to remember this stuff. I remember the number “22” in the flight number, the flight was supposed to leave at 7 or 8:05 a.m., and we were going either to northern or southern Ohio. I kept having this bad feeling and said we shouldn’t go and I kept stalling.
Then, we got in a boat to get to the airport, but the guys that were after Dad put holes in the boat and it sank so we couldn’t leave on time. The bad guys got our two suitcases full of money and I guess we sold our tickets to Michael Jackson. I remember later watching a tribute to Michael Jackson on VH1 because he died in that plane crash in the dream.
Note from July 2015: I stopped being afraid of planes a long time ago.
Note from December 2015: I took a discovery flight lesson in August and plan on eventually getting lessons and a flight license.