I feel lost, like I missed my turn a few miles back and I don't recognize where I am anymore. I might be right where I am supposed to be... I just don't know anymore. While I get my bearings I'm going to move a few rocks into a circle, make a fire and sit for a while. Maybe the smoke from this fire will show me the way... while we're here I'll tell you about my dream.
This was a lucid dream I had last night, like all of my dreams and experiences I do not control them, I let them happen and show me what they will.
(Third person) This starts as seeing myself in my backyard in the area where the old garden used to be, back at the house I grew up in, the grass is much greener there, literally. It is a beautiful day and the skies are clear, it's not hot or cold. The gentle breeze is moving the large pine tree ever so slightly, I can see the branches moving.
(First person) I am watching this odd shaped, bright white, experimental aircraft fly around in the not too far distance. In bold black letters on it there is a name but I cannot bring that back here with me clearly. There were two other smaller white experimental planes following the much larger lead aircraft in a pyramid formation. The lead craft suddenly pulls up and seems to stall instead of climb.
(1st) I notice all 3 planes start coasting and circling lower and lower and seem to be slowing down. Somehow the three planes join together, in a line and they fall out of the sky with no forward momentum at all, all 3 at the same moment... falling straight down.
(1st) They crash a few feet away from me and I am so close I can clearly see the faces of one of these pilots... panicked... and all three rushing about to remove headsets and take off seat belts to get out of the planes. One plane catches fire and black smoke begins to billow from it.
(3rd P) I am closer to the house now on the patio and they are running to me. Typical uniform, white shirt with bars on it, black trousers. They do not speak English, I do not recognize the language, and I am gesturing to them to use the pots and things around the patio to put water in so they can extinguish the flames. I pick up my phone to call 911 and I am explaining to them what has happened. I realize as I am telling them about it a fire truck arrives and there is nobody on the phone.
(The fire truck was red and white, it should have been all red...and who else was watching this that called them?)
Awaken.
Throw another log on the fire would ya...I might be here for a while.
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