Oceans F-4

Start of dream: A "Lord of the Rings" style woods. I was being tracked by an assassin, but we knew this and were prepping for it, Fellowship style (that is, fighting and training). I found myself in a port city, with Merry, selling food and tobacco to sailors for cash. We were bartering. But that sense of being followed was still with me.

We took a "wrong" turn (in that I don't really remember how we got there from the boats), and wound up in a canyon which looked a little like Petra, except there was access to the sea. The water was this beautiful shade of green...I could see the person stalking me now - a figure in a blue oriental mask. The figure was perched in a tree with no leaves.

There was an elevator in the rock face. I got on, and when the doors opened I was in a hotel lobby, where there was a modern art show going on. There was a giant rainbow ball made of fiberglass cords, and there was a crowd moving through the area. I walked through the lobby, down an underground parking garage/hallway thing, and found myself on a tarmac at night.

The airport looked empty, and I suddenly had this great idea to take a joy ride on the F-4 Phantom. I had a remote control that would let me steer the planes, and I remember thinking that I could just steer the F-4 and not get into it. But the F-4 was a lot harder to control than a simple prop plane, and I almost rammed it into a fuel tanker. So I climbed out of my trainer plane and ran over to the F-4. I think my nephew was with me. I thought I could just drive the Phantom around a little, and no one would know because it was empty, but as I started to climb into the plane, I saw a hanger open not too far away, revealing a full military parade! Then an air show started - the F-22A Raptor was being towed in front of me.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I kept repeating to myself, hopping in the Phantom. Trying not to get busted, I decided to park the plane on the other side of this chain link fence which separated the base from everything else. I did so, as one would a rental car.

"Bravo, Bravo. Identify yourself," said the radio. Off in the "distance" (fourth wall stuff), I could hear voices arguing about who was in the F-4, demands for attack, and lots of military lingo. I was tempted to say my name, and that they shouldn't worry because I wasn't stealing the airplane, only borrowing it. But instead I climbed out and took off across the desert-like tarmac back to the underground parking structure/hallway place. I didn't want to get caught. There I found my dad. I told him what had happened.

"Shit hot," he said. Then I felt handcuffs around my wrists, and two military officers were at my shoulders. I was under arrest, and they started leading me away. I kept telling them that I wasn't trying to break any laws, and that I wasn't stealing, but they didn't believe me. I was strangely euphoric through this whole section. I felt like I knew I was going to get caught all along, so getting caught didn't matter. It wasn't serious, like they were making it out to be. Before being put in prison, they stopped at a Starbucks which sold strawberries. Then I think they put me in a holding cell.


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I feel like there was a gift store moment in between all this - like an old Cracker Barrel style gift store. They wanted me to buy something (a throw?) but I decided not to.

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This dream ended rather abruptly - I woke up with no help at 6:39am, feeling that same sense of calm and slight euphoria. Then I couldn't believe I had tried to joyride a military jet. Overall, even with the first part of the dream being fantasy, the second part held the bigger emotional weight I suppose. Interesting that my dream self looked at incarceration as inevitable, and was nonplussed about being carted away.


I know - I've not been a good with the updates. I've been dreaming, then chronicling them in my paper journal. I will try to do better at putting them here as well.