Failure to Launch

It seems to me that almost all my dreams these days are lucid dreams. The reason for suggesting that is the fact that I always know I’m dreaming, and nothing surprises me while I’m in the dream.

Last night, I was a member of the crew of a rocket that should have launched with about a hundred passengers. It was obvious, early on, that this rocket was not going to launch and instead may have to be aborted. There were five of us as the crew, and we prepared for the rocket to explode. Then we realized that it might not blow up, followed by concerns that it might anyway. (Sounds like the plot of a movie, eh?)

In the middle of the dream, I woke up, checked the bedside clock and then returned to the scene of the drama. The passengers started filing out of the rocket. Someone had opened the escape door. Within minutes, only the crew remained. We looked at each other and I said, “Well, that was a close one.”

Oh, and the time on the bedside (digital) clock? 5:55 am.

Interesting.