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Plane Crash Dream

I don't often have significant dreams, seldom remember them at all, and am very VERY rarely woken up by them. In fact, I only had one nightmare as a kid. But last night I was awoken by a dream of a crashing DC-10. And the odd thing to me is that this isn't the first airliner crash I've dreamt of. And since 9-11, I'm certain I'm not alone.

This dream was very realistic - in a Hollywood action film kind of way. Amy and I were working outside of a big, white, Cape Cod style house we had apparently purchased recently. We were just doing random yard work. I heard an airliner flying overhead and for some reason it caught my attention - it just sounded a little 'off' - so I stopped what I was doing and watched it. As it approached from the left, another jet was coming from the right of my field of view. I had the impression they were both heading for an airport that seemed to be ahead of me a few miles.

The jet from the right was the one that really concerned me - it started banking erratically and I could hear the engines spooling up and dying down again. I think I even said out loud to Amy, "That plane is going to crash."

By this point, both planes were pretty much overhead, but the one from the right was lower and setting up for the airport. Suddenly, I noticed a shower of sparks coming off the first airplane and it started diving straight for the ground. It hit and exploded in about 3 seconds. The impact was a few miles away and I just stood there in shock, watching the black soot cloud roll up from the crash.

I was roused out of my shock when I realized fire was raining down on us. The sparks I had seen was a shower of fuel which was buring as it fell through the air (not realistic, but it made sense at the time). The buringing drops of fuel really hurt, but they didn't seem to be igniting anything on the ground. At this point, I noticed neighbors running around and covering their heads to block out the buring rain. I told Amy to go inside and that I would stay outside to make sure nothing caught on fire. I went around to the front of the house to check on things up there, and on my way back around to the back yard, I looked over at the gutter downspouts and saw flames spraying out as from a torch. It was both a beautiful and chilling visual.

At this point, I woke up with a start, and my first to thought was to call the police and let them know I'd witnessed the crash. My second thought was to wake up Amy and tell her about it. Mulling that over in my head, it finally occured to me that if I had to wake her up to tell her, it must have been a dream.

Luckily, I quickly went back to sleep. It was a dark, heavy, peaceful sleep.