Flight Facilities

There has been a lot of press about the three Qantas planes experiencing engine difficulty and it was obviously playing on my mind as I went to sleep last night.

I dreamt my team and I were on a plane on our way to the Olympics. I experienced the whole boarding, customs, immigration procedures also. It was a small plane, only 4 seats across the aisle, so Sarah and I were sitting in a two and Anna and Marina were the other two seats in our aisle. Just after take-off, our engine exploded and I felt every jolt and spiral as our plane crashed to the ground. My stomach dropped, just as it does on a full throttle theme park ride and it was so scarily real. Sarah and I were holding hands and crying together, as I told her that I loved her...

Fisticuffs

We were at the house of our family friends. The youngest son Matthew and I were sharing a bedroom and the oldest son, Nick and my youngest cousin, Georgia, were sharing another bedroom. We were informed by their mother that Matthew had been beaten up on his way home from school the previous day.
As he was sleeping, he was constantly raising his fists above his head, as a defensive mechanism, and was reaching for a cup of water that wasn't there. I heard his mother say "From the moment I saw him put his fists up, I knew he was a Gay Boy!"
I went to get him a glass of water and had to walk through Georgia and Nick's room to get to the kitchen. I walked by Georgia's bed and she explained to me that Matt had told a boy at his school that he had feelings for him and the boy retaliated and bashed him.

Steve the Fish

Elevators seem to be a reoccurring theme in many of my dreams. I was in a hotel with some friends from uni and needed to catch the lift to the 22nd floor, to return 'Steve the Fish' to his tank. Steve was just floating around me, as if immersed in water, although he was struggling to swim into the lift. I was yelling "Steve! Get in the lift, quick!" as paramedics hurriedly wheeled two people in stretchers into the lift. Passengers were laughing at Steve's unconventional name and he was pushed out of the elevator. We proceeded a very shaky and tumultuous ride down to the 22nd floor. When I got out the lift, I found steve hovering around another fish tank. The lift sounded, so I quickly jumped back in (for some unknown reason) just to have another life threatening ride, again to the 22nd floor. Confused when the doors opened, I did not see Steve's tank, but a business centre, where the manager quickly ushered me to the computer suite explaining from the moment he opened the door, I'd have ten minutes to check my hotmail. This dream seemed to go on forever, I was constantly catching lifts trying to find Steve although I don't think I ever saw him again.