Cast of characters:
- Reoccurring dream: I dream about plane crashes and have for about 18 years. No fun.
- The Malaysian Airlines crash a few months ago terrifies me. It’s hard to believe that, in this day and age, a 777 with a couple hundred people onboard can disappear into thin air.
- I traveled with my parents to Europe last week and flew on the same plane with them from Paris to Barcelona. We were not in the back row.
- I have no particular ties to Texas.
My last dream post was almost 6 months ago. After my surgery, I had an impossible time trying to sleep for a few months. And since then, I really haven’t been dreaming. This weekend, my dreams came back! I’ve had three that I remember the past few days, and this is the first one.
This was a plane crash dream. I’ve had them for years, and generally, they follow the same pattern. It used to be that I was at the airport, knowing that the plane I was about to get on was going to crash. But someone always forced me to get on the plane anyway. Once in flight, the plane would start plummeting to the ground, and then I’d wake right up right before it crashed.
These days, my plane crash dreams consist of me being desperately late to the airport. Sometimes I make my flight in the nick of time; other times, I miss my flight and have to fly the next day. Once in flight, the plane starts to lose altitude quickly. The plane flies low above the ground for a long time before finally hitting the ground, sometimes crashing violently, and sometimes landing with damage to the plane.
In this dream I was with my parents, and we were late for our flight. Flash to being on the plane with them, in the middle section of a jumbo jet in the back row of seats. It was night outside, and the lighting in the plane nearly nonexistent. There was a reddish-brown glow inside, and it was quiet. People were moving around in silence. Flight attendants were serving meals. Mom was sitting between Dad and me; Dad to her left, me to her right. All of a sudden, Mom grabbed her head, saying that she had a horrible headache. She said the plane was going to crash.
Suddenly, I was in the window seat in the back of the right side of the plane. I opened the shade and could see that we were indeed crashing. It was light outside, and I could see the ground passing by at lightning speed. We appeared to be flying only a few stories off the ground. The wings of our plane were snapping power lines. The pilot told us to brace ourselves for a crash landing. We landed hard on an empty interstate highway, but the plane stayed intact, and we all survived.
Flash to not being in the plane any longer and watching the crash landing on TV. The news showed the plane crash landing on a Texas interstate. It was a Malaysian Airlines plane that was white on the outside with light green and red pinstripes.
Flash to being back on the plane. After landing on the interstate, the pilot continued to drive down the road. The road was very hilly, and we kept going up and down the hills. Eventually, we made it into a more inhabited area with some houses, utility polls, and power lines on the side of the road. Everything was gray, white, and tan outside. We approached an underpass underneath a set of train tracks. I saw that the plane was going to have to go under the underpass to continue to travel on the road. I was worried that the underpass wasn’t wide enough to accommodate the plane’s wings. I was right. As we drove through, the walls of the underpass ripped the wings off the plane.