OK, so I had some strange dreams last night. Not for the first time, but definitely the first time I've had what I would describe as a Sci-fi dream. I haven't been watching any Sci-fi whatsover recently, so there's nothing to which I can attribute the reasons for having such a dream. I once had a very vivid dream in which I was a Roman standard-bearer descending a mountain and planning a night-time raid on a fort, both in the snow. But, that was a one-off I thought, because I don't really tend to remember my dreams very often.
Since some people put a lot of stock in dreams, although I'm a little sceptical about that myself, I thought I'd outline the main thrust of my dream for anyone who might like to try and interpret it. It started off with myself and several others (unknown) on top of a flat-topped mountain, althought there was a building there and overhead power lines. We were hearing thunder, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. Next thing this massive vehicle flies into view overhead. It was comprised of 3 box-like sections, a small one at the front, a large one in the middle and a medium size one at the back. I enquired of my compatriots what it was and they told me it was a weather ship.
The ship then rose vertically into the clouds, rather quickly. I note that it was getting dark at this point. Then suddenly the ship came straight back down as if it were going to land right in front of us. But the overhead power cables were between us and the ship, and for reasons unknown, the ship lurched suddenly towards us and the front section which I instictively knew was where the pilot was located, hit the cables and burst into flames. the front section crashed to the ground and erupted in a fireball, followed by the other sections. We raced to the tail section where we knew someone else had been, to see if they had survived, but it was completely burned-out. Nothing but ash inside of the burnt shell that remained.
Ok, that was weird, but it then got even weirder. The source of the thunder was about to become apparent as darkness fell. We suddenly become aware of flashing streaks in the distant night sky. Somene asked if they were shooting stars. I continued watching and saw the number of streaking lights multiply, with many lights coming out of each one. I realised they were missiles. My intital reaction was that they were nukes, and there were tens of thousands. A sense of doom crept over me. Then I saw some missiles hit and although the explosions were fairly large, I realised that they were conventional missiles and that escape might still be possible. We ran!
OK, there was more, but I realise that you can only digest reasonably sized portions of text, so I'm not going to cover the rest. What do you think anyway? Is my unconscious mind deeply disturbed, or am I a prophet of doom, a doomsayer? Let me have your comments please!
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