I haven’t blogged my dreams very often lately. Mostly because they are so bizarre and indescribable. This time it was worth writing down.
I was on the space shuttle getting ready for reentry. As we began to touch the upper atmosphere, I was suddenly outside with a board strapped to my feet. It was not like a surf board. It was more square and thin like a piece of plywood.
There was a lot of turbulence and it took all my effort to keep the board ahead of me so I would not be burned by the heat of re-entry. The shuttle was nearby but getting ahead of me. As I did my best to keep my balance the shuttle eventually disappeared ahead of me leaving a trail of smoke and fire. I worried that if I didn’t keep up with it I would end up landing somewhere on earth that nobody would find me. I angled the board for best aerodynamics without getting burned. I wondered what it was made of to keep it from burning to a crisp.
I entered the lower atmosphere and had slowed down to a nominal speed. I imagined that it would be better to land on water than hard ground so I did my best to find a lake or ocean. The shuttle was long gone so I was on my own. I saw a lake that seemed to be in my trajectory so I steered towards it. I didn’t want to land in the middle or it could be a long swim so I adjusted to end up near the shore. I came in fast and skipped across the water until ending up right near the bank where a large group of people was cheering me on and helped me out of the water.
Well. That was different.