A suspended silent dragonfly helicopter in the air: A night dream
Posted on: December 11, 2025
Night dreams are fantastic events. Every kind of scenarios and scripts are allowed to unfold as normal happening.
Most of my night dreams can be collected as horror stories. Once, I wrote and posted 4 of these horror stories in order to clear my mind. They were totally disgusting, exhausting, impossible to manage and bear in real life.
Adventures underground (and families living underneath in the filth as normal dwelling), on the ground in narrow passageway and encumbered by obstacles) and in the air (flying over mountains, over trees, and jumping off cliffs).
Many of the totally very boring dreams, and many of the repeated scenarios trying to undo in my dreams, of studying, poring over manuscript, shuffling in the dorms, and trying to remember the number of my rooms or the flat I am renting for the season while walking for miles in circles, facing advisors and the university life. And waking up because I cannot find a decent WC that is not flooded…
This dream came as a surprise to me.
We are having lunch on an open terrace with a giant helicopter suspended in the air 30 meters to the left and 20 meters above ground.
A very silent dragonfly shaped helicopter, and not made of helium or plastic, but in metal and no rotors running or flapping. Kind of remotely controlled to stay still and put.
The cebine was light green with a long tail.
We ate normally and peacefully as if nothing so strange around us. Maybe the helicopter provided some shade. Maybe I didn’t feel hungry to observe what was served on the table. In many of my dreams I am eating voraciously and rapaciously.
And then I saw the plane moving slowly forward and thought maybe the terrace is moving backward or a catastrophe is doomed to happen.
It was the plane that was moving. Shortly it returned at the same spot in a reverse direction, cabin first.
And then things went awry. The plane moved and flapped wings. It turned around us once and then nosedived and crushed.
We rushed to the location of the accident and the plane looked much smaller. Three little chicks were still alive and one crushed under another. There was nothing to retrieve, as far as I recollect.
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