Airplane
I was flying an airplane.
Like the ones from High Road to China.
I was doing flips and tricks.
Not sure where I was going, but for a little while I think I had company.
We were traveling somewhere.
At some point the plane I was flying became a motorized toy.
I thought about how odd it was that I was flying around in the air holding onto an RC plane.
There was a little switch on it and I knew that I could coast or keep moving forward by flipping the switch on or off.
I was flying over all sorts of landscapes.
I remember having to choose to fly over water or through some clouds.
There was some disembodied voice trying to guide me - like a stewardess giving safety belt instructions.
I flew into the clouds and as I came out the other side, I was thinking about my altitude. I realized that I had no bearings on how high I was, so I tried to get a sense of it by looking at the ground.
I was really high up.
I kept coasting and realized that my plane had become a paper airplane.
I thought to myself, "wow, I've really come a long way on a paper airplane, this is amazing."
I was really high up - I thought like 30,000 feet or something or higher.
As I was gliding lower, slowly, I thought that this would be an excellent opportunity to just free-fall skydive!
But then I realized that if I did that and I couldn't get the plane to turn back on I would plummet to my death.
So for a moment my plane was motorized again.
I chose not to skydive with my paper airplane.
I continued to sail through the air.
Lots of different land formations flowing beneath my feet.
Eventually I was flying over desert.
As I continued to glide, I thought, how can I make it where I am headed?
I really didn't have any idea where I was going, but I knew I was a long way off from where I needed to be.
Eventually I set down in the sand on the dessert and there was an elevation to a part of it about 30 feet away from where I landed.
It's like the desert sloped up and then there was this weird, vegetation, hair, tentacle like top to it that appeared to be an imitation of jungle.
At first I was afraid of it because I thought that it might be alive and it might try to eat me or capture me or just scare me on some level.
But it didn't really do anything.
I walked along side it an eventually climbed up to the top of the elevated desert shelf.
As soon as I got up there I noticed that there was a house.
The garage door opened and 4 people who I had seen in an earlier dream were there.
I said, "Damn! I new I would find you guys!!"
At first they didn't know who I was - and maybe they never did - but they were super excited to see me.
Extra details: As I was landing, I noticed that my paper airplane was getting flimsier and flimsier. I remember the wind had bent in the front tip so it had become flat. I remember thinking that people would be impressed with how far I managed to go gliding across the land with a paper airplane.
The people in the garage consisted of three guys and a girl who was really pretty. They made it sound like they had been expecting me or something, like they had been waiting around and what took me so long!
That moment in my dream where I was just super high up in the air and looking down thinking about what I wanted to do next was so real. It felt like, maybe I didn't need the plane, that maybe I had the power to fly all on my own.