balban's Dream Journal

Dream #1
I was standing on the tarmac of a small, mountaintop airport waiting to board a 6 seated plane. There was a man, whom I assumed was the pilot helping the few of us on the plane. He wore a WWII styled US Army hat (the kind they would wear in boot camp), the drab olive Army fatigues pants, and a deep red Hawaiian shirt. His beard, though cut really short, was nearly all gray. He had an unlit, 3/4 smoked cigar in the corner of his mouth.

The door to the small plane was at the rear of the craft. It opened, rather than from the rear midsection of the plane, from the back toward the side (hard to explain, this is more for me to remember I guess). I thought it was an odd configuration since the props were on the back of the plane as well and we were walked around the blades to get into the plane. My seat was in the back right next to the door, oddly just across from where the pilot's seat was.

Once we all got on, the pilot latched the door closed, took his seat and started up the plane. We taxied to the runway, he spooled up the engines and we took off. I got really nervous when the attack angle started to rise above what I have normally experienced (it was damn near 90°, if not more!). I looked over at the pilot and he seemed unphased by the weird angle, which made me feel better and I just assumed that it must be normal for props that push the plane rather than pull it.

After having that though, I suddenly felt gravity tugging on me. So much so that it moved me from my seat and pushed me against the door of the plane. I heard a click and the door flew open. I quickly grabbed onto the back of the seat that I had been sitting in and held on for dear life. My heart in my throat, I looked at the pilot, as if silently pleading for him to do something. He took one look at me and said, "Alright... Hold on a second. I'll take care of it." He seemed really calm, which confused me a little.

The next moment I was standing in a small mountain village with everyone that was in the plane. The pilot was making suggestions as to what we could do there and reminded us that we would have to continue on with wherever we were going in an hour. He also said that he would leave without us if we were late.

Dream #2
I was buying an old beat up truck. SM was with me. After the purchase, I was driving it home. We reached an intersection and stopped at the red light. I was watching the left turn traffic in front of me move when their light turned green. There was a gray Honda Accord looking car that had just broken it's turn when a white BMW looking car passed me in the lane next to me, obviously running the red light. The white car attempted to skirt around the gray car, but failed when it struck the gray car. Both cars stopped. My light turned green and I moved to drive around the accident. As I passed the white car I saw Geraldo Rivera looking back and me. He was shrugging at me as if he was trying to say, "Help me out. You saw what happened." At first I was just going to ignore it, but I figured that Geraldo is kind of a douchebag, so I will help the other guy out. Yeah... I saw what happened alight.

The white and gray car moved to the side of the road. I turned around and parked my new, beater truck behind the gray car, which was parked behind the white car. I got out of my truck and headed passed the gray car. This is when the driver of the gray car got out of his car. He was kind of staggering around. I grabbed him by the shoulders and asked him if he was OK. He looked at me and I instantly knew him. It was WL, but he didn't seem to recognize me because we haven't seen each other since I was in my late teens.

I was totally surprised by this turn of events and I asked him if he recognized me. He seemed really confused and said that he didn't. I walked him over to the curb and sat him down. I asked him again if he was sure that he didn't recognize me. I just shook his head. I sat on the curb next to him, which is when I had the thought that he was drunk or high. He was acting so weird. He was struggling to keep himself upright and kept trying to lay down. I asked him if he was hurt, but he just shook his head no. I asked him if he was drunk or high. He said that he had taken some medication recently. He said the name, something like peralitan(?). I asked him if that was some kind of barbiturate and that maybe he shouldn't say anything. I told him that I would handle Geraldo for him (because Geraldo is a douchebag and I didn't want him to win this one!).

WL laid down when Geraldo walked up to us. I again asked WL if he recognized me. This time, he took a long look and I could tell that he finally realized who I was. After a brief moment of recognition, he gave me this "oh shit" look. But I told him not to worry. I will take care of this for him.

Geraldo gave me the folded paper and asked me to fill it out. I sat down on the curb and looked at it. I began filling it out, but at some point I realized that it was some order form for CDs. Geraldo had gone back to his car as I was filling it out, so I went up to him and asked him what this form was. He took it from me and agreed that this isn't what he meant to give to me. I reached over to his glove box and opened it.