I had the strangest dream

Last night, while I was recovering from a bout of psychological disturbance, I fell into a deep 15 minute sleep drifting into a familiar part of Australia that looked like Canberra.

I was between rows of shophouses and one end of it was facing the sea. On the grass slope dividing the two rows of shops, I noticed my old art lecturer throwing paper aeroplanes into the air only for it to come plummeting down to the ground. Frsutrated, she grabbed more folded planes from her bag and kept going. I waved to her, picked up one of the fallen orgami and showed her what she did wrong - unfolding the wings that should be in place so the plane could fly properly and no plummet. Just as I did, I saw many war like planes descending upon our air space, reaching a dangerous height that could deafen anyone at ground level with the engine noise. Except of course this was a dream and I could not hear anything.

Then some planes started flying across each other almost colliding, missing each by just an inch. Like all murphy's law should, a pair did collide - the propeller of plane A brushed against the bottom of plane B and some big chunk fell out of plane B. Eventually that plane came plummeting into the sea.

And by the way, for some reason, I was with Sarah and I think I was a kid holding her hand - she might have been my mum in the dream... Anyway, I was screaming my lungs out and pointing to the sky when the mid air crisis took place. Sarah? She just nochalantly looked at me like I was making a big fuss over nothing.

Just as I looked back at the now vacated sky, a giant rainbow coloured dalmatian started running towards our direction from the sea. Screaming kid I was, I dragged Sarah and started running in the opposite direction. And you know how it is with running in your dreams - slow motion. I was trying to run into the opposite building and it felt like eternity.

And I woke up - with a racing heart. Felt so real, it was freaky.