Sky-Diving

I was on a plane and there were several people on board with parachutes on. It wasn’t a passenger plane, but more of a military or cargo plane.

There was a hatch on the bottom that people would stand on and it would open and they would parachute out of the plane.

Several people went and then it was my turn to go. I was the last one on the plane with a parachute and everyone else was nervous for me and kept asking if I wanted to go.

I seemed to need to jump. It wasn’t a fun jump, but something I was doing for some reason, perhaps for work.

I felt excited. I was a bit nervous jumping by myself, but I double checked to make sure I was ready for everything.

I opened the hatch and went, but I can’t remember any more of my dream after that.