Dream Journal
I and my son, who was about 10 years old, were running from someone or something. I kept looking behind me as we slipped onto a bus to see if we were being followed. I didn’t see anyone behind us, but that didn’t assuage my fears.
The bus doors closed and I held my son rightly on my lap. The bus headed down a twisty mountain road, going much faster than it ever should have. We came around one tight corner and saw that a major bridge was out. The bus was also somewhat of a semi truck, because as the driver tried to avoid the missing bridge, the bus jack-knifed and fell over onto its side.
As the bus skidded toward the cavern and its missing bridge, I opened a window and threw my son from the bus. Whatever was happening, I wanted him safe at all costs. He flew from the open window and landed in some water pooled in the corner of two perpendicular cliff faces.
From my son’s perspective, I saw the bus continue to slide toward the cavern. I heard something above me, and when I glanced up I saw a small airplane crashing directly on top of me. I dove beneath the water and swam away from the corner as fast as I could.
When I surface, I saw the plane was going to miss me. But then it hit the cliff face nose first, and, as it exploded, the propeller came off of the plane right for me. It sliced through my head three times to make sure I, my son, was dead.