Another weird dream, but it's much shorter.
This time I found myself in a large transport plane. The model I'm thinking of is the C-5 Galaxy....one of the largest aircraft in the US Air Force. It can fit 4 M-1 Abrams MBT's in it and fly them anywhere in the world. This won't mean anything to those with no interest in military hardware but basically it's 1.5 times bigger than a Boeing 747-400, wider, and is hollow. Inside, there was some assortment of those porta homes they have for construction sites and other vehicles I can't recall. I am remembering this after a long day at work so forgive me if it isn't as lucid as the previous journal entry.
Anyway, i'm in there, and as is pretty common for me, the plane is populated by faces from my high school past.
The plane is well lit inside, quite smooth and not noisy. it's raining outside as we are flying through a storm. I am wandering around when the plane dives abruptly and doesn't pull up. I immediately realise this is going to be a death dream. And I fight the odds of surviving immediately.
Somehow the plane makes a gentle, deep dive into the frothy, violent ocean instead of an impact. I barely feel any bump and don't fly against the walls and splatter. The wild angle of the plane throws me off my feet and I land in cold, murky ocean water already leaking into the cargo bay.
I keep fighting the odds and somehow get onto a cargo-house-or-something that somehow finds it's way out of the plane's loading bay and quickly resurfaces next to the doomed plane. I am the only one on that bobbing platform while lightning and sheets of rain surround me.
Everyone else in the plane dies.
I woke up wondering why I had such a dream.
On a another note, I am watching Resident Evil. I never gave the movie a chance and didn't bother watching it on the basis that most Game-To-Movie adaptations are horrible...but on following recommendation, I realise that Resident Evil isn't that bad at all, and if you are willing to suspend belief a little it's quite a cool and suspensful movie with a few good scares here and there.
I've promised myself to watch Big Blue sometime soon. I find a certain magic in free-diving. I've heard that quite mystical experiences occur from this dangerous sport.
It was payday today and tomorrow I'm getting that Boxing Gym membership. My forearms are painfully thin
This time I found myself in a large transport plane. The model I'm thinking of is the C-5 Galaxy....one of the largest aircraft in the US Air Force. It can fit 4 M-1 Abrams MBT's in it and fly them anywhere in the world. This won't mean anything to those with no interest in military hardware but basically it's 1.5 times bigger than a Boeing 747-400, wider, and is hollow. Inside, there was some assortment of those porta homes they have for construction sites and other vehicles I can't recall. I am remembering this after a long day at work so forgive me if it isn't as lucid as the previous journal entry.
Anyway, i'm in there, and as is pretty common for me, the plane is populated by faces from my high school past.
The plane is well lit inside, quite smooth and not noisy. it's raining outside as we are flying through a storm. I am wandering around when the plane dives abruptly and doesn't pull up. I immediately realise this is going to be a death dream. And I fight the odds of surviving immediately.
Somehow the plane makes a gentle, deep dive into the frothy, violent ocean instead of an impact. I barely feel any bump and don't fly against the walls and splatter. The wild angle of the plane throws me off my feet and I land in cold, murky ocean water already leaking into the cargo bay.
I keep fighting the odds and somehow get onto a cargo-house-or-something that somehow finds it's way out of the plane's loading bay and quickly resurfaces next to the doomed plane. I am the only one on that bobbing platform while lightning and sheets of rain surround me.
Everyone else in the plane dies.
I woke up wondering why I had such a dream.
On a another note, I am watching Resident Evil. I never gave the movie a chance and didn't bother watching it on the basis that most Game-To-Movie adaptations are horrible...but on following recommendation, I realise that Resident Evil isn't that bad at all, and if you are willing to suspend belief a little it's quite a cool and suspensful movie with a few good scares here and there.
I've promised myself to watch Big Blue sometime soon. I find a certain magic in free-diving. I've heard that quite mystical experiences occur from this dangerous sport.
It was payday today and tomorrow I'm getting that Boxing Gym membership. My forearms are painfully thin
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I've got some old Star Wars techinal blueprint magazine at my parents place. I think you're spot on with the Star Destroyers. I cant say for sure with the Eclipse as these were just on the movies. Those were good, it has the complete lay out of the Falcon in them.
From the dreams you describe, it seems to me you have a great recall for details. I tried a dream diary too, but it didnt work out in the end.