Dreamland: flying down to win the lottery

We’re circling in this plane and I look out the open door and see a football field below in the distance. It looks like it’s halftime, there are three sort of logo-like things which turn out later to represent a main lottery game and two sub games. There are several people in the plane standing around behind me.

What does it say, someone says. Someone else says “It’s map-something” and sure enough now I can make it out, it says “Map-something” Mapzone, or map???. And I say, “Mapquest” (it could have been quest), I’ve got to go now! I really don’t want to miss this opportunity. “But you don’t have a parachute or anything” “I’ll be okay, I know how to glide.” And immediately I leave the plane and start to glide.

I’m in a rush because I want to take advantage of the game, which is a lottery game and game of skill that involves dropping squash balls onto this football field and if you hit the ill-defined and not visible target you win big bucks.

I glide as I usually do when I'm flying in dreams, over toward the football field, circling around it. I only have two squash balls with me so I want to hit the target before I hit the ground. As I near the football field, I notice there is a veritable rain of squash balls from above, directly onto the field. Where are they coming from? It seems that these are the by-chance part of the lottery. If you buy a ticket, one is dropped automatically from above onto the field. I think, how will I have a chance to win with all these raining down? And how will they be able to tell if I won?

I’m really getting pretty close to the ground, so I throw the first one and it lands on the field and disappears. I can’t tell if it’s a winner.

I have circled around to the other side of the field and throw the second one. Same result.

Now, I am REALLY getting close to the ground, which is at that point a kind of a small sand dune. I want to come in for a soft landing but I’m going so fast that it seems I will be killed even though I’m landing on soft sand. After all, I did jump from an airplane.

Fortunately at the last minute there’s a gust of wind which blows sand up into my path, and this slows me down enough to land safely although I do get sand in my face.

Then I am next to the football field, apparently in line for what may be the awards ceremony. Perhaps I have won. Indeed that’s what it is. I am between two attractive and friendly women I haven’t met before, and they seem to have both won awards. We are at the end of the line, and there are about 9 or 10 people ahead of us.

The woman to the left as we face the field, ahead of me in line, is shorter than the one on my right, and her stomach is gurgling. The one to the right is chewing something. I have some onions in my mouth and chew them noisily without opening my mouth and this is very funny to both of them. I touch my head to the head of the blonde one on the right so that she can hear me chewing, and chew. I can hear her chewing, too. She thinks this is immensely funny. I say, good thing I didn’t belch, meaning good thing I chewed onions as a humorous gesture rather than belching, and she agrees.

Neither one of them knows what they won, but I am of the opinion that my own award must be rather insignificant. We get on the plane where the awards are going to be given.

I sit down and there is a seatbelt. I wonder if I have to buckle it since we don’t need to take off for the awards ceremony, but then I notice that its already connected so I don’t worry about it. It’s a kind of shoulder harness.

There are two seats per row, one on either side of the aisle In the seat across the aisle to my left is a priest who, it turns out, is our pilot. He isn’t wearing any priestly gear, I just know he’s a priest. I ask him, how did he get up here. He says, “I took the Dunes Highway, interestingly enough” and I visualize on the map the area of Mexico he came from.

We are unable to take off, and I do something with my hands in the sand, some kind of stirring with my fingers, and we are airborne. Well’ actually I think we’re driving through the sand rather than flying, which is fine by me.

Later on, off the aircraft, as we are about to part company I tell him about the miracle that saved my life, with the sand being blown up by a puff of wind at the last minute and ask him if he’s ever heard of a miracle like that. Maybe I ask him what it means, because I have the idea that I was telling him about it as if it were a dream I had.

He says he’s not sure, he’d have to ask HIS priest, then he asks me if there’s anything in my life or that of my family that isn’t as it should be. I pause for a second and, reluctant to discuss my life with a priest I don’t know, say no, I can’t think of anything even though I know there is.
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