Okay, had to get on here as soon as I could because the dream I had just before waking up was absolutely unbelievable. And I thought, if I don't write it down now, it'll probably become pretty hazy. Any dream experts out there? Help me out please!
It starts off my sister and I, in a hotel room in a strange country. I think, from the faces it's an Asian country and I would probably be comfortable saying it's somewhere like Hong Kong - the hotel is huge, beautiful and expensive. My sister and I are chilling out one night, and as I head towards the bathroom, I look out the window to see a A380 plane plummet out of the sky, and nose dive into the river a few blocks away. I am absolutely horrified. All I can think is, is that I've witnessed this crash. But the plane sort of hits the water and starts to incline again. For a second, I think that it's been a near miss when it's fuselage breaks off and crashes back down, this time in the streets of the city we're in. I am absolutely transfixed until I see the huge fireball go up, clouds of smoke and I realise the tail of the plain is heading straight for our hotel. I instantly think I'm going to die, because it's heading straight at me. So, I turn to run down the hall to my sister, who I think is playing the PlayStation, and I've assumed she's not seen any of this and doesn't know what's going on (this is all happening in a couple of seconds). Then as the tail comes through the building, I realise that it's not going to hit us, but instead comes through the windows, takes out our hallway and into the landing of the floor we're on. When it all settles I grab my phone and my sister and we leave the apartment, and head downstairs thinking the floor we're on would be unstable. Now, crowds and crowds of people are starting to appear and at some point we realise that the floor has not collapsed, and it would be better for us to stay inside the hotel. We head back up and convince hotel staff to let us into our room (they have blocked off level 4, to recover the tail of the plain) - I remember our room was N4, at the end of the landing. We go in, and there are people starting to crawl in from cranes trying to recover the wreck. My sister and I were astounded, and kept saying how it must not have been luck, it just wasn't out time yet. I notice I have 5 missed calls from the owner of the company I work for now, and assume she's seen what's happened and is checking on me. I remember wondering what time it was in Australia, and that's how I know I am in a foreign company. I ask the workmen if I can take some photos, because I am sure no one would believe how close we came, but the camera is being difficult, and all my photos are blurry or the camera won't take the picture. Within a couple of ours, the wreckage has been removed, and even the plane outside is now taken away. I make the comment that they're like little worker ants, things just get done and by the end of the dream, they even have a memorial in place for the crash and life seems to go on undisturbed.
I am with my family, and we're visiting a place called Green Valley, a place I used to go to as a kid, located in Tingha, in northern NSW. Of course, it looks nothing like what it really does. It becomes a room, with a small shop and a bowls green. The plan is to eat and play bowls. I see an old friend of mine, and her family and we rush to catch up and chat. This friend recently had a baby boy, but there has been no updates on Facebook (in real life) so in my dream, I'm thinking, where is the baby? He'd be a few weeks old now and we're yet to hear about him. So after a couple of laughs and stories, I muster up the courage to ask, "Sooo, how's the baby?" She tears up, and looks at my mum (who works in the health system) and asks her if she knows. My mum nods, but doesn't want to get involved, so she politely excuses herself. I'm waiting for something, and I ask, "Is he gone?" They answered that he was in this place, a name I don't remember now but it made sense in the dream. And so she begins to tell me the story about how she was sitting in court, with her netball uniform on which was a ploy to remind the jury about all the young girls and that she was still quite young, and she kept getting angrier and angrier, about the young girls, all these young girls. And so it brought on labour, and she gave birth to him. She starts to cry and I assume that's all I'm going to hear. The family stays quite for a bit, they compose themselves and carry on the evening if nothing had happened. And I'm left wondering what was going on.
So I'm not sure why I'm dreaming those. The first was ultra realistic. It felt very real. The second was more surreal, because I was in a place I've been to many times and it looked nothing like it. Everything seemed a little bit strange.
Anyways, a strange first post. I have an appointment this morning so I'd better start getting ready. Have a good day!