The Plane Truth (yes, it's related)

The dream happened 25 years ago, during a particularly rough time in my life. In the dream I'm walking across an open field and I look up into the sky only to see a giant plane headed right toward me. I know I'm going to get hit, so I stand tall and wait for impact. I feel a bump, then watch myself get smashed into a billion bits that fly all over the ground. Then I watch as piece by piece I come back together again until I stand where I am, only this time I'm bigger, and stronger and invincible. I walk away with light emanating from all around me.

That dream gave me courage to do some very difficult, but important things, and because these are big, important times right now, it didn't surprise me to have yet another plane dream last night (I have a LOT of airplane dreams, in fact).

One of my sons and I are in the body of the airplane, and it is emptied out of seats and everything. I get the feeling we're about to land, so we walk up to the cockpit and look in. One of my other sons (I don't remember if my 11 year old was flying the plane, or my 24 year old son). My daughter is the co-pilot. As I look through the windows, I see that we're on a steep, fast descent and about to crash. I realize the crash is imminent, so I say, "WHITE LIGHT" and look at all of my children and say, "I love you." Then everything goes white.

It wasn't until a friend of mine posted that my dream scared her because she has a lot of airplane dreams. I said, "This is a different take on a dream I had 25 years ago," then something inside of me clicked and I totally got it! This WAS the same dream as the one 25 years ago, only WE are the ones INSIDE the plane that HIT me 25 years ago!

My feelings in the dreams are the same in both - fear of total destruction followed by resignation and peace, and an even better outcome BECAUSE of the total destruction. Life is shifting at an almost unbelievably fast pace. I watch others zoooooooom by me, some in ecstasy over the changes and some in complete panic with the crumbling of foundations and approach of the unknown. Me? I feel both - almost always peaceful and expansive, clear and calm inside, but almost always fatigued and overwhelmed on the outside. It's hard to explain. I'm glad I'm off the low frequency of the red meat and pork - I know that's helping all of this. I'm glad I'm not spending any extra money - it's calming down a lot of dust that used to keep me confused and swirled up. I'm glad my life is shifting and changing, even if I don't like change. I'm glad the plane is crashing... again.... I trust that this is the complete circle that needed to happen - me as being the recipient of the new, and me AS the New that's smashing the old.

What does it mean? I have some clues, but I'll keep my theories to myself and choose to just keep making Gypsy Soup and double chocolate gourmet brownies, because in the end, it's the ride that matters, even if you see yourself ready to crash - the crash isn't the end - most likely it's only the beginning.