Nightmares And What They Mean

Not really a nightmare, but a recurring dream, sort of.
This happens: I dream I’m on a plane, which is not nice for me to start with because I really hate flying, but here I am: in a big plane, on the runway, motors humming, the thing vibrating with the will to take off, and yes, I’m WILLING it to take off, too.
Like hell I’m willing it to take off, because all the other times it never properly did.
Well, it actually does take off, every time, but only a little bit. It takes off just enough to make it to the end of the runway, and gain enough altitude to tumble into the forest at the end of it.
Mostly, in my dream, we have to land on a road a few kilometers beyond the airport, sometimes even in a village or small town, no one ever gets hurt, the inhabitants come to look what happened, and there we are: a dazed, helpless group of travelers who made it only just into the air for two minutes or so.
The hard part is not the unplanned landing on a street.
The hard part is being stranded, and the pilot telling us we have to return to the airport, and please take the plane along, so that we can try again.
So the other passengers and I have the chore to turn around the plane and push it back all the way to the terminal, and it somehow – of course – never gets done.
Stranded.
We get served coffee by the villagers, and something to eat, and we wait for the experts to come and get us and bring the plane back on track.
I know, right, that this is the silliest possible way to dream of an airplane crash.
But the point is not the crash in itself. The point is that every time, just before we take off, I’m really PUSHING the plane to take off, and I never manage. Big time fail, with no exception.
Now I’ve been wondering recently if there’s a message here for me.
I’m not good at interpreting dreams, but this one here seems so obvious….
Maybe I’m not pushing hard enough. Maybe my will is not strong enough. Maybe my belief in the ability of the thing to truly fly is not good enough.
Not enough.
So I wonder: will this plane ever take off for me, will it take off the day someone tells me my book will be published?
Will I then, on that night, go to bed, fall asleep and finally, finally dream that the plane soars, and I can see the forest and that stupid village and its friendly people far down below me, while we are on our way to that far, unknown destination I’m heading for?
Trite, I know. And obvious, and pathetic. But it is true, and you know what they say:
No story ever invented is as wild as true life can be.
Fly, my plane. Fly.
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About Mariam Kobras

Three-time Independent Publisher Award winner, author of the Stone Series, co-author of the upcoming Sunset Bay Series, happily and proudly published by Buddhapuss Ink LLC, NJ. Cheesecake is my favorite food group!
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3 Responses to Nightmares And What They Mean

  1. Faisal Asif says:

    Just as the pilot said, “..try again..” that means it’s not too far when you’ll finally publish your book. So don’t worry, keep up the hard work, you need little support, which we’ll give you. We’re with you.

  2. Diandra says:

    I guess it is not so much a dream showing your future, but rather your fears. So, really nothing to worry about. (^v^)

  3. yeah, i think nightmares are more about what we fear than about predicting the future. i have recurring nightmares about tsunamis, or being swimming in the ocean and not being able to quite get back to shore, and i know that’s because i’m kind of terrified of the ocean.

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