Dream Interpretation
So, I should be studying for this ridiculously detailed test I have tomorrow in Administration of Child care, but instead I am writing about my dream last night. I had this very strange and vivid dream last night that I can’t get out of my head, so I thought I’d share it, in case anyone out there fancies themselves interpreters.
It took place on this tiny, tiny “island” just off the banks of a city. I have no idea where it was but it doesn’t matter. It was kind of an “Ellis” island type- place, but much smaller. I don’t remember if I swam out to it or took a small boat, but apparently I was a frequent visitor. I guess it was like a park on a small island. The only thing on it besides grass and a few tress was a small, stone building in the center, which I presume held restrooms, but I also knew it was some “historic” old building, but nothing of any real significance. There was an overhang and I guess lights, though I don’t know where the power came from (maybe batteries) and I liked to sit up next to the building in a chair under the overhang to read and relax. There was a very nice view of the city just across the water from where I sat. (as a side note, I don’t know how I got a book out there if I swam, but I digress)
As I sat there reading one evening, I saw a plane take off from my left just over the main land. I watched it as it flew up, circled back down as if in a loop, and came down over the water right in front of me, but closer to the edge of the city than my island. As it hit the water, there was a gigantic explosion, and I remember the vivid red and orange that came towards me. (so much for never dreaming in color). I was horrified, but I didn’t flinch. I somehow knew I was just far enough away that I wouldn’t be hurt. I sat there for a few moments in awe, when suddenly a group of school children and their teachers swam up on shore. There were a lot of kids, and as I interacted with this group, the teachers told me they had all been in a bus about to go into the museum parking lot when the plane hit. Somehow their whole bus ended up in the water and everyone swam away from the raining fire towards this island.
At that point, I think I stayed with the group on the island overnight. The little stone building was quite full. The next day we started trying to find ways to get off the island, but all I had was a round, black inflated tube with a rope tied to it (I suppose this was how I arrived, but again, why? And how did I get a book there?)
At that point I woke up. I’ll admit that wasn’t the entire dream, but the other parts were peppered with nonsensical things about being in a large group of children on a field trip.