I was flying on a helicopter with two other people at night. One person was the pilot, whom I was sitting behind. The other person was a woman. She was sitting on his right and was security.
She had on a medium blue jacket that struck me as being part of a uniform. She was also wearing black slacks. She also had long shoulder length dirty blond hair.
The woman said something about getting out her Glock. However, when she reached to take it out of her jacket pocket with her left hand, she nearly fell out of her seat in the attempt to do so. It was then that I realized she’d sustained some kind of injury to her left arm.
Had she gone down on the floor of the craft, she would have been between her seat and the seat of the gentlemen I was sitting behind, whom I knew to be the pilot. I got out of my seat though and caught her before she fell to the floor.
Next thing I know, we’ve clearly landed. She and the pilot are playfully talking to me about the girls I’d been having lots of sex with of late. It was a fun dream, all of us seeming to know each other well enough to have that kind of playful banter back and forth without it seeming inappropriate or weird in any way.
Interpretation: Overall, it was a fun dream. I’m thinking the Glock was a 9-millimeter. 9=rain or snow in my book. My phone currently says it’s going to start raining outside. So, despite the fact that rain was not in the forecast for today or this evening that I’m aware, I guess that makes sense.
Of course, if it is raining out, I’m not hearing any evidence of it. My phone and Echo Dot’s have lied about this kind of thing before. But I’m not about to go outside and check this evening. If it’s raining, “It’s raining.” If it’s not then, “It’s not!”
As far as the conversation in the dream goes and everything else that happened? Well… To be honest? “I have no idea.”