I actually had a relatively good crashing airplane dream last night. And it was a quite lucid dream too. I'm standing or sitting at the edge of an old parking lot -- the concrete is cracked and busted up in places, no lines visible anymore, that kind of thing, with trees all around. Then an F-14 and a Titan ICBM come falling out of the sky at the same time. But instead of crashing in balls of flame like my normal crashing airplane dreams, they sort of ... bounce. Nose to tail until they stop. Without apparent damage. Meanwhile I was freaking out waiting for the fireballs like normal, but nothing happens. When nothing happens for a little while I start out toward them, and by that time the pilot of the F-14 is out of the plane and walking toward the Titan. Then I see there are actually people in the Titan, three military guys in olive-drab pressure suits but with old leather flying helmets and goggles for some reason. Mindful even in my dreams of highly explosive propellant, I hang back and yell in to them, "Is this thing safe?" And one of them yells back, "Yeah." Then I go and try to help them pry open the nosecone to get out. And that's pretty much it.

I interpret this as a good airplane dream. Yes, things were out of control and crashed. But the people inside weren't hurt, the plane and the Titan weren't damaged, there were no fireballs. No dread of "Oh My Gods I just watched another plane crash" when I woke up.

Sometimes I wonder if all these airplane dreams are Daddy trying to tell me something. Although I guess it shouldn't surprise anyone that my internal symbology equates flying airplanes with the state of my life.

Anyway, wanted to get this down before work.