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DREAM #75 - ELEVATION CHAMBER

Updated: May 2, 2019



I was standing on a sidewalk just outside of a building. The building was mostly glass since I could see the skyline behind me through the building. It appeared as an open structure. Turning the other way, I saw a concrete pillar rising, best guess 300’ to 400’ into the air, maybe more. I could best describe it as an Obelisk with a curve on the bottom extending upwards.


I was staring at the structure and a gentleman came from behind me and walked right by. He had a briefcase, black suit on and a tie. He shot in the air following the path of the pillar, however, he did not clear the end of it. I looked behind me and another guy wearing blue jeans, and a grey t-shirt came walking by me. He said the previous guy didn’t clear the elevation chamber and it was his turn.


He shot into the air and was flying in a jet. I was in the jet too, sitting in one of the passenger chairs. My Grandmother was sitting a few rows back and a couple of other family members were scattered throughout the plane. I could see everything happening in front of the plane and we were slowly approaching a downtown area.


The plane was just above the height of the largest buildings. Extending across the newer buildings were cranes holding metal beams. The pilot started to fly through the beams, as they appear to create an airplane highway. It was shaky trying to maneuver through the beams, and I wanted to talk to the captain.


He was walking through the aisles, and I stood next to him. I asked why not just fly over the metal beams. He looked at me and asked me why I should question him on how to do his job. He said the first-time pilot has everything under control. We hit turbulence and the plane was tilting and lowering. It almost scraped the metal beams.


I looked at the Captain and he screamed this is not how it was supposed to be. He ran to the front of the plane, while everyone flew back into their seats from the choppy flying. We made it through the metal pathway established by the cranes holding the beams.

We must have hit one of them because we started to lose altitude. To the right was a mountain and from a viewing distance, the belly of the plane was getting lower and almost touching the rocky hills. Then the plane grazed the mountains and the cliffs shredded the plane like a tin can, and all the baggage flew out, dispersing across the ravine.


The plane banked hard and turned slowly to the right. It did a 270-degree turn from where it was flying. Our speed slowed down considerably as we moved toward a mountain directly in front of us. I could see the grass below, dotted with luggage. The mountain to the right that tore open the bottom of the plane and in front of me, the mountain, our elevation chamber we would not be able to clear.


Illustrated by:

Mike Harrington - Pennsylvania, USA

conspectusmedia.com

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