Yeah, I know.. talking about your dreams with others is kind of lame so I'll make it short. Last night, I dreamed that I was in a small plane, and in the front for some reason. Maybe even the cockpit, and I was talking to my dad on my cell phone. Then all of a sudden, I saw the ground getting way too close, hung up and realized the pilot was passed out. So I tried to steer the plane to safety but ended up crashing it (but good enough that we sort of landed). Then grabbed the nearest bag and hopped out of the plane. Then of course, seconds later, it burst into flames.
When I got out, some people came to help me but they didn't seem terribly concerned about the whole situation. Believe it or not, I think we landed in Kansas or maybe it was outside Kansas City, Missouri. In the end, I was freaking out that my camera was damaged and my computer. But it turned out I had grabbed the right bag that held my camera, although my computer was toast.
I'm curious to understand why my sub-conscious thinks I'm "crashing" or nearly about to crash but take comfort in know that my love for photography, etc. will pull me through. Or it's what I need to focus on.