Crash

I hear someone say I hope they're enjoying their flight up there, referring to a plane that's passing 35,000 feet overhead. I look up out of a window and see a plane much lower, making awkward sudden changes of direction. It appears to be out of control. It might be heading my way but there's nothing I can do. Then it screeches close by and crashes into a local landmark building. Pieces of stone fly in all directions.

In all my flying dreams there's never been a crash before.

Broken

Disappointed to find that someone I trusted had broken something in my home, there are fragments of glass on the floor and drops of water. Pulling back a curtain I find a large pane of glass in the window is shattered.

House on the coast

We are on the coast, at a ferry dock. Some boys are fooling around swinging from the ropes. One of the crew shouts at them to get down. The ferry departs. We leave too, travelling along the coast at speed in a vehicle like a cross between a car and a rocket. We arrive by crashing into the side wall of the house. The house is small but nicely decorated in pale colours and light wood. After a while I become angry with my travelling partner. I shout at him for making a mess, casting aside used cups, plates, clothes and other things. He says someone else will deal with it. I try to extricate my things from the mess, in particular I pull a white top out from a tangle of clothes.

Missing the bus

At a bus station I hear a driver say that he is going to be driving a new bus the next day.

The next day I am at the bus station again. The journey I am planning to take is long but buses seem to leave quite regularly to my destination so I don't see any urgency. I let two go. The next one is the new bus with the driver I saw the day before. I'm in line to get on board but I don't have my fare ready so I stand aside to let others board. The bus fills up and leaves.

Value 2

I was given a gift by someone I didn't much like. I turned the box over and noticed that the price tag had been left on it. It was much more expensive than I had expected.

Value

I'd stolen something of poor quality and low value and was showing it off in an ironic sort of way. A woman looked at it enviously. I was shocked to see that she seriously wanted it.

Anchor

The dream left me with just a single image: an anchor.

The policeman and the poet

A house on two levels. On the ground floor level - a policeman. On the upper level - a poet. They appear to be working together in some obscure way. They don't speak but communicate with each other by glances, raising an eyebrow, smiling. I'm looking at them from a short distance away, across the street. I find them both very attractive and admirable. The policeman is outward looking, assertive, strong, protective. The poet more reserved, reclusive, cerebral, creative.

This dream seems to me to be a significant one.