In the past, I didn't really mind the occasional surges of dreams I had. Occasional, because probably 90% of the time, I had dreamless nights. Make it 70, for those nights where I did dream about something but come waking up, I couldn't remember a thing. But last night, it was brought to my attention that I have been having recurring dreams. So it happened twice or thrice before but I didn't pay enough attention to it. (Weird, ain't it? I know I'm supposed to be aware that it WAS a recurring dream the second time I had it.) I thought it was just nothing. However, when I dreamt about it again last night, the first thing I thought when I woke up was, this must mean something.
Okay, so I was never really a fan of dream interpretation. I thought they were only a hobby for people who don't have better things to do. You know, just like the shitty manghuhulas on TV. Before, I would've thought that whatever they said was rubbish. Just plain meaningless. Yet when I looked for the meaning of this recurring dream, I realized the joke was on me. The interpretation was rather timely and...sensible. Quite true if someone were to look at the situation I'm in.
Fine, I've stalled long enough. This is the recurring dream: I'm just standing at one spot, looking up in the sky, staring at the huge plane a thousand miles above me. But as I continously gaze at it, it just descends, quite quickly. It goes down, down and further down until it finally crashes on to something near me. For every single time I've had the dream, the only different thing was the setting. If I remember it right, the first time I had the dream, I was in an airport. To be precise, I was in a hangar. (Remember that part of the video of the Backstreetboys? I Want It That Way? Yes, that one.) In my dream, I saw the plane crash and explode in front of me. Of course, I stood a bit far from where it crashed. So far yet still so close.
The second time, it was basically the same. Only this time, the setting was in a school. In my high school to be exact. The mouth of the plane first touched the roof of the building until it finally crashed, its parts flying everywhere. Oh, it was less explosive though. Hmm, thinking about it, I'm not sure now whether this was really the second time I had the dream or the first one, and the one above, the second time. Either way, doesn't matter. Finally, the one last night. I was standing on the road. The details are blurry. Couldn't remember whether there was a traffic jam, and I was just on the side, watching and waiting for the plane to crash. The plane comes crushing down again. I felt the heavy impact it made; I just feared for myself. Maybe that's what triggered me to finally look for the meaning of this dream.
Among the many interpretations given by several sites I consulted, this one was the clearest, nevertheless still similar, interpretation:
To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified.
WOW. Talk about timeliness, completeness and accuracy.
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