I remember boarding a plane and was on my way to LA for some reason. We could see what the pilot sees on a screen near the cockpit – I thought that was pretty neat. I had a ticket or something with May 11(?) of 2017 (?). I remember scratching out the year, saying it was wrong.
It was night, but what I remember the most was that the buildings we were supposed to fly over were black with orange wirefames (in real life, that would be a fun thing to project on buildings). It actually felt like a plane taking off in the dream. The plane wasn’t high enough, so they tried to avoid the buildings my tilting right, but we were too low and crashed on the right side – the side I was on.
I remember closing my eyes and covering my face to avoid debris. When I opened them, everything was in slow motion and the plane was coming apart into pieces. I couldn’t move (it was probably sleep paralysis kicking in) and I thought it was from maybe the shock or getting hit in the head and that it would wear off soon and I could start making my way out. I didn’t have fear – just like other dreams or things that have happened where I had to take action to save myself and others – I was too focused to feel any emotion. I focused on trying to grab the armrest that appeared to be stable to pull myself up. I counted the seats to the exit (the lights on the rows of seats were white and the exit was red) so I could get out even if the cabin filled with smoke. I thought I could grab at least one person’s arm to lead them out, hoping they’d grab another and start a chain.
I ended up waking up into another dream with characters I don’t know in waking life, but I kept having deja vu moments as I told them about the dream. I kept saying how it was weird I was going to LA since I have no real interest in going there. I mean, I’m in media so most of my classmates and some friends over the years have gone out there, but I’m a Midwest/East Coast person.
I remember being at Polaris mall in Columbus near Christmas. They decked the place out and had Christmas songs playing. I remember walking through an area that was set up like a church with pews and I sang along with the music despite probably bothering people.
I thought, “Wait, wasn’t it just December? How did it get so late in the year?” Then, I remembered a prediction that was made that was supposed to happen by December and I wondered if I should be trying to make it happen or will it happen no matter what and then there’s a part of me that wants to fight it, despite it being something I really want to happen. In waking life, it’s too early to tell, but the prediction is still a possibility and sadly, probably will come down to my actions or neglect.
I somehow ended up in someone’s nice home and remembered I stayed the night – probably some Air BnB thing. I was about to leave and walked toward the door, taking in their Christmas decorating thinking how I don’t have enough energy or time to decorate, but I think it’s great that they did. I then realized I stayed the night, but didn’t explore the house. I thought I’d do a quick walk through when the next tenants came in – a family of four, lead by a nice lady with short reddish blond hair. I surprised her as much as she surprised me and I told her I was just leaving.
This turned into me being in the bathroom of my apartment and hearing someone come up the front steps to my door and knock loudly. Note: in waking life, I don’t have a set of steps like that. I opened the door and went back to the bathroom while this sweaty, maybe drunk, angry lady with her hair tied back and a dirty shirt paced around. I tried to calm her down and de-escalate the situation and she grabbed my shirt and I thought she’d punch me in the face. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t reflecting her mood.
Then, I woke up.
There were other dreams and they were related to the prediction, but they weren’t vivid enough to post.