Questionable Dreams

Last night I had the strangest dream because it involved going to space with my friend Darla. I know little about space. I don’t know much about space shuttles or how the programs operate. I know what I see on television, and that’s about the extent of my knowledge. The dream told me that Darla and I were selected to explore an unknown planet. We were among eight people that had won the opportunity of a lifetime.

The dream showed we received no training for the shuttle, which to me was strange. The instructors directed us not to watch any activity because training would occur in the shuttle. Red warning flags were appearing in my mind. I had sensors in my gut telling me that this was not what they were cracking everything up to be.

When the woman from the space program entered, she placed two badges in our hands. There was one for each of us that stated we were VIP. Just before we entered the bus, I ripped off my badge and said I wasn’t going. Darla got angry with me because she reminded me this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I apologized to her and told her I couldn’t go. I felt something was wrong and that I was hearing a voice inside that told me not to get on that shuttle. She got on the van and went to explore a new world. When she left, I went to a restaurant and watched from a tv monitor. The news flashed my picture and said I had chickened out. Nothing in this dream made sense. When Darla and I had first gone to the launching pad area, gas was $2.29, and when I went to the restaurant, it was $8.89. That’s a massive jump in prices.

As I watched and endured the ridicule, the shuttle got ready to launch. It was sleek, elegant, beautiful, and powerful. It looked nothing like any of the previous shuttles. Instead, it had a futuristic quality to the side. As it began to take off and rise, my heart prayed that the passengers would be safe. But my gut had proven me correct. The shuttle exploded on the way out of the earth, and my friend perished. Suddenly, cameras were on me, and speculation was rife that I had something to do with the disaster. I hadn’t, and it would eventually come out that I was innocent. But the dream got my attention.

When I woke up, I recognized I was home, and my world was still intact. Darla was safe, and so were my other friends. That dream made me afraid of what else my gut might infer.
I did some research after I had that dream. Did you know that you will probably sense changes in your life if you have dreams like that? I found that dreams of weddings, funerals, deaths, and anything dramatic like the above dream can mean transitions. They don’t always tell what you think they do. I discovered that dreams have a way of telling us a story without giving us answers. They are like a roadmap in our subconscious.

I hope and pray nothing happens like what I dreamed. Still, I’m acutely aware that reality is vastly different from dreams—my heart sunk when the astronauts in the Challenger and Columbia aircraft exploded. I felt horrible for the families and friends that were directly affected. I think that’s why I was so flabbergasted when I dreamed what I did.

I understand that many people are ready to explore space, and I think it’s fantastic. It’s not one of the things I’m gung-ho about, and that’s okay. I’m going to take the dream for another film in my head that’s unexplainable. If transitions are occurring, then I’ll go with the flow. In the meantime, I plan on living life to the fullest. Every day teaches me something new, and as long as I keep my mind open, the dreams will keep flowing. Have a great day, everyone.

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