Crashing Into Mars

I feel like I’ve had this dream a couple of times, and it always ends the same. With me going splat on the surface of Mars.

Each time, I found myself floating in the vast expanse of space. It was a surreal feeling, as though I was weightless and free to fly wherever I wanted to go. In my dreams it’s not really a scary experience, even though it should be. I didn’t even have a damn helmet on.

So I am soaring through the galaxy, the stars and planets whizzing past me in a blur of color and light. As I flew faster and faster, I soared towards a distant planet. It was red and dusty, with craters and valleys dotting its surface. I recognized it as Mars, the fourth planet from the sun.

But as I drew closer to the planet’s surface, I realized that I was going too fast. I start freaking out. This is where the dreams actually starts getting scary…similar to all “falling” dreams that I’ve had. I seem to enjoy dreaming about falling into the ground or the ocean for some reason. I tried to slow down, but it was too late. I crashed into the rocky terrain with a loud thud, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.

As I lay there on the ground, I looked up at the sky and saw the stars shining brightly above me. It was then that I realized that my dream had been both exhilarating and terrifying, and that perhaps it was time to wake up and return to reality.