Knocking

Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid So I have had a lot of dreams lately, of which I distinctly remember 2. I still have not been free enough from university to dedicate any time to lucid dreaming but my stress dreams are pretty memorable. Dream 1 - A plane ride It would not be memorable if it was just a simple plane ride... I am on an airport runway and a small plane the size of my room zooms towards me (imagine a real life boeing 747 scaled down a lot to the point where no one could fit inside), I grab hold of it for dear life as it takes off into the sky. It is hard to explain what was going on, I wrapped myself around the plane with my legs tucked under and arms over the top, the wing of the plane pressing into my thigh. I knew this was completely impossible and everytime that thought crossed my mind I would realize how fickle the situation was and start slipping a bit, only to grip on even tighter. I note the intense realism around me too, the whipping wind and clouds of moist air, the yellow light that beams from the horizon... At some point the stress must have been too much because I ended up getting inside somehow, the airplane was roomy and the story arc for the dream took a more sinister turn I walk along the aisle of the plane and I know that there is aliens outside, evil evil evil aliens. Why? Not a clue... I hear knocking on the airplane door, it opens by itself and a flight attendant is standing there. She probably would have looked good if she were in a less condensed form, it was like her entire body was a slinky that needed to be stretched out, I instantly knew that it was an alien in the guise of a human being. I point out its flaw to it, not really realizing that the flight attendant was actually hovering on what seemed like nothing, and also that the scenery outside gave the impression we were on a countryside train. She disappears quickly with a smile, a moment later a grey-brown veiny hand with extremely long spindly fingers wraps its hands around the door frame as if pulling itself inside. I do not remember much more than this though... Everything in this dream seemed so fuckin' intense... yet I do not feel like telling it did much justice haha. <PERSON> to protect someone I seemed to be on a mountain with my daughter and some friends, the scenery is beautiful and stretches on for miles in some directions. In one direction there seemed to be a large valley, across of which there was a large mountain with a lot of scree on it. I remember yelling and showing to the others that we could make it echo, then they copy but I tell them to stop or they will make an avalanche... They did not stop in time though, the ringing of our voices in the mountains was met by a grating, crumbling, ground shaking movement. I picked up my daughter as the ground slid beneath me, I see in the distance the scree on the other mountain turning into an avalanche too... I only slide a few metres before sliding into a pool at the bottom of a small slope I had been on, but the rocks keep piling up and I worry about my daughter as I hold her high above me so she does not' get hurt. I woke up shortly after this, sad and disturbed, wishing I could have finished the dream with a happy ending