The dream starts, and I’m driving with a friend from work. We’re in this wonderful countryside with a river, mountains and green everywhere. The sky is blue with a few clouds. The road is very windy as it follows the river.
In the sky, I notice this helicopter that’s transporting something underneath that looks like a piece of landscaping equipment like a loader. It starts to go out of control zig-zagging in the sky. I’m concerned about the situation and wonder if the helicopter is going to crash. I point it out to my friend who sees it and decides to pull the car over. We got out and, looked at the helicopter.
It’s flying all over the place. Then it starts coming our way. I become concerned and tell my friend “Hey we better get out of here. Because this helicopter is coming our way and can crash on us.”
He says, “Don’t worry about it. I think it’s to go down before it gets to us.”
The helicopter crashes near the river on an open patch of land. We start heading over towards where the helicopter had crashed. There are two people inside the helicopter. But they’re fine. We started talking about how lucky they are to be still alive. More people show up at the crash site and hang out there for a while. I go, and I just find a spot to sit down.
I realize something strange is going on, and I can’t quite place it. While I ponder what the reason for this was, I started to realize that I must be in some type of dream. The landscape changes somewhat as I come into this realization, the river becomes a lake, and the crash site becomes the home to a large school with an old fashion outhouse made of aged wood, with wood shingles. From the building I can hear people talking, they sound like children.
I decide to sit down facing the lake and relax then meditate in the dream. The scenery is really breathtaking, the lake has a long pier and waves are gently crashing into the beach. I look at the trees and all of the little details composed in the dream and find it so enjoyable that the mind can conjure up such a fantastic simulation of reality.
I just sit there and let the time to pass. After a while, the sun starts to come up. The building becomes more active, and I can hear children laughing and playing. I decide I want to go for a walk along the pier and enjoy the calm serenity of the dream.
Some people start to come to the pier. This man is running he bumps into me and knocks me over, and I almost fall in the water. I get up and tell the guy to watch where he’s going. Sometimes dream characters can be total jerks, so this guy runs up to me to fight. He tries to swing at me, and I end up grabbing his arms preventing him from punching. I tell him to stop it, I don’t want to fight, but the expression on his face appeared to lack intelligence and awareness like he was in a trance.
I realized the dream character wasn’t functioning with any kind of real intelligence. He wasn’t responding to anything I was saying just struggling to get away. I let him go, and he runs away. I walk back down the pier towards the school. Kids are playing outside, and I see my daughter in some type of beautiful princess dress run into the school. I decide to go check it out. It’s a private school that has different themes for the kids.
I find the class that my daughter is in, and notice that all the girls in her class are all dressed up like Disney princesses. Boys were dressed in costumes of all different types. Very fun I’m sure. My daughter comes up to me and complains that she didn’t feel like she fit in with her classmates.
I tell her that’s normal. Don’t let your insecurities get to you. Still realizing it’s a dream, I can’t help but admire the many beautiful dresses and costumes everyone is wearing. I find the details very fascinating. The details that you get from these types of dreams are just so amazing and makes me wish we could record them to show people just how better than movies and computer games dream graphics are.
When I leave the school to explore more, I find myself waking up. There were some other dreams that I had but didn’t record them right away, so the memory slipped as I didn’t become lucid in those dreams. I find it much easier to remember lucid dreams vs. non-lucid dreams when waking up.