Last night, I drempt that I was the captain of the Enterprise. But, it was tiny and with what looked like an open bridge, like WWII Royal Navy destroyer. Again, I was on the outside of the hull of a ship. The ship was all steel, not some 23rd century alloy. There was no crew, just officers. Scotty, grey haired but not fat, was piloting the ship manually, like with a stick. I was standing with him as he fired up the nacelles. They rattled and shook, the whole ship vibrated. As we moved forward into the sky, I whipped out my cell phone to take a video of the ship, moving forward, it's powerful engines defying gravity, slowly like a F-18 in a verticle climb at an air show. Except that, the ship was level--not verticle--and climbing on about a 2% angle from what already felt like what must have been an elevated or sky dock.
Two dreams in a week where I have been on the outside of a ship hull. What is the connection? What is the meaning. I'm channeling my inner Jung.
P.S. Funny thing, I was trying to read a Jungian biography yesterday from an online e-library. It wouldn't load. :(
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