Dream Flight Documentary

The dream this morning has me flying a 747 passenger plane. It is an emergency situation. The regular pilot and co-pilot have disappeared. Another passenger and I have assumed the controls. We both have very little flight experience. We do our best to fly the plane. The plane is flying low over  very steep snow covered mountains. The other passenger and I pull back hard on the controls to clear a tall peak. We clear it and push forward to come back down. It is a terrifying moment as we scream to maintain control of the plane.


The dream then fast forwards to a later date. A filmmaker has turned this story into a documentary. My widow and her two small children, and the wife of the stand-in co-pilot, are the guests of honor at the premier. I do not know if we have survived or somehow rescued this troubled plane, but somehow, I turned out a hero of sorts in this dream disaster.


I am left confused by all this. Did I save the plane and passengers? Did I survive and die years after the event? It is not clear to me. Perhaps the plane crashed and some passengers lived, and I died in the wreckage? I don't know. I wake up before the film rolls and I can get some answers. My intuition tells I did not survive.


What do I make of this dream? This is not the first time I have had a dream about flying a plane. I had a previous dream about being a poorly trained pilot and being ordered to fly in a heavy rain storm. The theme seems to be myself being placed in a situation I am not prepared to handle and becoming severely stressed out by it. It reflects how I am currently living my conscious life. I am dealing with problems greater than my skills or abilities can cope with. I am feeling powerless. The plane symbolizes technology I have not mastered. I am not smart enough too handle it.


I am very uncomfortable with facing these ugly truths about myself. I am not that smart or talented enough to take control of my life situation. I fear that people might die due to my inferiority.  My lot seems to be to suffer being a dumb ass. Oh, great! Thanks unconscious of reminding me this fact!


Maybe I should take flying lessons and go crash a real plane? I won't be tempting fate. I know sooner or later I would be the one to crack up an expensive airplane. I am a klutz. I could see myself doing that and being in debt for the rest of my life to pay for it.


My hope is to be a posthumous hero? I can't seem to get too many things right while I am alive. Now that is a cheery thought! Oh, God?! I need a strong drink or drug to not think about all this depressing stuff.