Man, so this whole thing with “airplane dreams” started a few years back, right? I was going through a kinda wild patch in life, just a lot of stuff up in the air, you know? Like, metaphorically, everything felt like it was flying without a clear destination. Then, I started having these vivid dreams. Not always about actual airplanes, but always about flying, being up high, or watching planes take off and land. Some were cool, some were kinda terrifying, like I was falling or the plane was crashing. It got me thinking, what the hell is going on here?
I mean, I’m not usually one for super deep dream analysis, but these just kept coming back. It felt like my brain was trying to tell me something, and I wasn’t really catching the message. So, I figured, “Okay, Bible, what’s your take on this flying business? And how can I even track this stuff in a way that makes sense?” Just letting them float away every morning felt like a waste. I needed to actually grab these thoughts and pin them down.
My first thought was, “Alright, I’ll just write ’em down in a notebook next to my bed.” But let’s be real, my handwriting is a mess, and trying to decipher chicken scratch at 3 AM ain’t nobody’s idea of a good time. Plus, I wanted to connect it all up digitally eventually, you know? Something I could actually search through. So, scratching that idea, I moved on.
I started poking around for dream journaling apps, but none of them really clicked with me. They were either too generic, too focused on symbols I didn’t care about, or just too ‘woo-woo’ for my taste. What I wanted was simple: a place to dump the dream, and then a spot to put my own reflections, maybe tie in some verses or thoughts I had from my morning reading. Nobody was making an app for that specific niche, apparently. So, I thought, “Fine, I’ll just make my own damn system.”
This is where the real digging in started. I ain’t no coder, but I know my way around a spreadsheet and a good old text file. I decided to keep it super simple. I opened up a cloud-based document – because hey, I wanted to access it from my phone or my laptop without fuss. I called it “Flight Log.”
Every single morning, if I remembered a dream, especially one involving flying or planes, this was my ritual. I’d grab my phone first thing, before even really opening my eyes properly. I’d pull up that “Flight Log” document. Then I’d just start typing, a stream of consciousness. No filter, just getting it all out:
- What I saw: Was it a commercial jet? Me soaring? A tiny paper plane?
- Where I was: Above clouds? In an airport? Falling through the sky?
- How I felt: Scared? Exhilarated? Peaceful? Confused?
- Any other weird details: Who was with me? What was the weather like in the dream?
I’d just dump all that rough raw stuff right in there, timestamping each entry. Sometimes it was just a few words, sometimes a whole paragraph. The key was to get it down before it dissolved into that morning haze.
Then came the “Bibles Take” part. This wasn’t immediate, usually later in the morning or early afternoon, after I’d had some coffee and settled into my day. I’d revisit the dream entry. I’d open up my Bible – usually the digital one on my tablet, just easier to search, you know? I’d read my daily chapter, or just think about the themes from the dream. Was it about freedom? Control? Fear of the unknown? A journey? I’d search for verses or stories that resonated with those feelings or images. Sometimes it was super direct, like verses about eagles or wings. Other times, it was more subtle, about faith, trust, or even feeling lost. I wasn’t trying to force it, just let connections emerge.
Once I found something that clicked, I’d add it right under the dream entry. Maybe a verse reference, or just a short paragraph about how that verse made me feel in relation to the dream. Like, if I dreamed of falling, and I read about being upheld by God’s hand, I’d just write that down. It wasn’t about making a theological argument, just my raw personal connection.
Over months, this document really grew. It became this weird, beautiful mishmash of my nocturnal wanderings and my spiritual reflections. Sometimes, I’d scroll back through it. I’d search for keywords – “fear,” “clouds,” “landing.” And that’s when the patterns started to jump out. During periods of high stress, my “airplane dreams” were definitely more chaotic, often involving turbulence or crashes. When things were calmer, I’d be soaring peacefully, or watching planes land smoothly. It was wild to see it all laid out like that, showing me my own internal weather report.
There were tough spots, though. Sometimes, I’d wake up and just couldn’t remember a thing, and that felt frustrating, like a missed opportunity. Other times, I’d struggle to find a Bible connection that felt genuine, and I’d just leave that part blank for the day, not wanting to force it. And yeah, scrolling through a massive document got a little clunky after a while, but it still did the job.
Ultimately, this whole “Airplane Dreams” project wasn’t about predicting the future or getting some secret message. It became a way for me to really engage with my own subconscious, to see how my inner life was playing out, and to connect it all back to my faith in a very personal, messy, but meaningful way. It helped me understand myself better, even when the world, and my dreams, felt like they were constantly up in the air.
