Space Dream

My dream last night was a winner.  I had built a space ship out of I don’t know what and set it up in the backyard of my old house.  It looked a lot like a NASA shuttle but was not so sturdy or well designed.  Maybe it was just the matte paint on what looked like cardboard.  There was a big assembly of my family and friends there to watch me blast off and they were all standing much too close.  I didn’t say anything.  I was more concerned about the durability.  For instance, when my dad jumped in the strange sack-like compartment meant to hold a passenger and which trailed like a handkerchief at the end of a stick slung off a hobo’s back, I thought the thing might break off.  The ship lurched and moaned but it held up. 

 

While I was preparing to leave, I was mighty worried about the fire situation too.  My paper mache-like craft seemed indeed strong but could it make it into space with the force needed to get through the atmosphere?  And not burn up by the fire it created or the heat it encountered?  I didn’t know.  That’s what worried me most.  I supposedly had built this thing there in my backyard but I didn’t remember building it at all.  The worst was when I finally got into the hanging hobo sack thing and couldn’t figure out how to close it.  No zipper or ziplock or buttons or rubber seal.  No nothing.  I fiddled with the uneven seams for a little and then just gave up on it.  They hung there flapping in the wind.  It didn’t stop me from wanting to take off though.  Either I didn’t think I’d make it into space or I wanted to save face in front of everybody and pretend I designed it that way. 

 

I guess this dream means I’m really determined?