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I don't often remember my dreams... [Aug. 8th, 2002|12:40 pm]
Kurt Onstad
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But when I do, they stick with me for quite some time. You'll see why when I explain the one I had last night/this morning...

There are a couple of cases of "dream logic," but for the most part, it was a very realistic feeling dream.

It starts off that I'm in an airplane. After a while, we start to realize that the plane is going down. It's a gentle decline, but we know that something's wrong, because it's not time for us to be descending yet. We decide to evacuate the plane. There are a limited number of parachutes, however, so not everyone is going to be able to get out. For some reason that I can't quite remember, people who had this green pin on their shirt or jacket were deprived of parachutes, and they were given to those who didn't have those pins. I didn't have a pin, but there still weren't enough parachutes for me.

By the time people were jumping out, we were pretty low, and so I was able to (warning: dream logic coming up) jump out of the plane, and land on one of the parachutes just as it was reaching the ground, and the cushion of air beneath it protected me from most of the impact, and I rolled with the rest of it, landing relatively unscathed. I knew as I jumped out that this was a very risky move, but it seemed more likely to work than just staying where I was...

Now, I was on my own. (Where the parachuting evacuees went I have no idea. It's a dream. Work with me, people...) So, I headed towards familiar ground, while waiting for the plane to actually crash. A few minutes later, there it was. A huge fireball and puff of smoke off in the distance. People were running and screaming, while I tried to make it to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I realized that I needed to call Amy, and let her know that I wasn't on that plane when it went down, because otherwise, she would think that I was dead. Of course, there was a line five deep at each of the pay phones. It was about this time that I ran into Joel. He had been working at the hospital for a while, and I had just been hired there, and was supposed to start work soon. He basically said, "Come on, you can use the hospital phone, but then we need to get to work. It's going to get really busy around here." He walked me inside and up the stairs to a small room, and that's when it finally hit me. All those people in the plane with me were dead, and I could have easily been one of them. I broke down, dropping down to the floor into the fetus position, sobbing. (I'm starting to well up a little now, just thinking about it...)

It was about that time that I woke up. It's a good thing that I don't remember most of my dreams these days, because I've always had a hard time separating myself from the dream after I wake up. All during my shower, I kept having the thought reoccur, "I still haven't called Amy to let her know that I survived," immediately followed by "Dream. Just a dream. Didn't actually happen."

So, that was my morning. How was yours?

Kurt
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