(8/19/08) flying in search of spacecraft

(Entered in paper journal at 12:17 PM at Starbucks.)

Dream #1

I stood before a cabin or wood house which may have been floating on a pond or lake. I saw a space shuttle fly overhead. As I tilted my head back, I saw the shuttle veer downward quickly. It made a kind of backward dive into the water. The shuttle was now very small, maybe only fifteen feet long. It splashed very lightly.

I turned my back on the shuttle and rounded a corner to avoid seeing the shuttle completely submerge in the water. I was afraid the shuttle would explode. But then I wanted to see the shuttle or see if the people who had presumably been inside were alright.

I walked around the house (away from where the shuttle had fallen) and onto shore, into a hillside. The light was very golden and the grass was very green. I wondered how I could get over the water to the point where the shuttle had submerged. I thought I could fly.

I flew until I got to a house which was something like a ticket booth for getting into the lake. I walked past the booth, but actually on the turnstiles and line railings. I thought if anybody saw me actually flying they'd think I was crazy.

I was now flying over the lake, just near the shore. I was right over the spot where the shuttle had crashed. The water was dirtyish and greenish. A black and purple, slightly glittery rubber bouncy ball flew upward into my right hand.

I thought I should go down into the water to find the shuttle, to pull people out if they needed help. But instead, without my control (?), I was flying into the air. I flew past and over the house. The sky was a cool blue, dotted by tiny, wispy, icy white clouds.

I told myself that there actually hadn't been any people in the shuttle. I thought there was another space vehicle that would crash down soon, more like the old "Mercury" space capsules (or like the contemporary Soyuz capsules, I should have told myself... or like the contemporary SpaceX capsules, I could tell myself today... ugh...). This capsule would have people in it. I could see the capsule in my mind's eye. It was silvery and bright, and had something like an orange-red parachute flapping over its top part.

I was afraid to be in the sky. I thought the capsule would smack into my head as it headed downward toward the lake. I kept flying. I may have convinced myself the vehicle wouldn't hit me.