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I'm about 8 years old. I'm on an airplane with my younger brother flying to visit my mother in Colorado. My brother was in the window seat, I'm in the middle, and there is a man sitting in the aisle seat. I look at the man and ask him how much longer until we arrive at our destination. He turns to look at me and his jaw unhinges and slowly drops to his chest. He starts to scream the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard and his head starts to spin. After that, his eyes start bleeding. I look at my brother to show him and he starts doing the same thing. I then hit the flight attendant button and the flight attendant walked up and the same thing happened. I got up from my seat and ran through the plane to see the same thing happening to everyone. I proceeded to open the emergency exit door and jump to my death.

I was on a plane with my friends heading to some unknown location. It wasn't a regular plane at the beginning but we were all sleeping in the seats and I got up to use the bathroom which was an open area when I realized we were making an emergency landing. I ended up not having enough time to head back to my seat so I had to strap myself into the toilet with a seat belt that was there. We landed safely in the streets of Peru and everyone got of the plane ok

I was fired from my job in Vietnam and informed of this at 6 am. For some reason, the British International School then offered me a job in London, but only if I could be on the 8 am flight. When I arrived at the airport, I realized that I forgot my big suitcase with all my clothes in it. I called my friend Hailey to bring it to me, but she said she couldn't / didn't feel like it because she was shopping. Then I called my boyfriend Robert and he tried to convince me to stay even though I no longer had a job in Vietnam. He offered to let me live in his apartment. I got really upset with him for trying to change my mind and keep me idle. He wouldn't bring my suitcase to me either. Then I sat in the airport wondering how I would get my things to London if I left without them. I just sat in the airport. I didn't get on the plane, but I didn't leave the airport either.

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

On Friday I had a dream about Homecoming. In this dream I was getting ready for Homecoming with my friends at a hotel in San Francisco. Instead of being at school, Dougherty’s Homecoming was being held in Los Angeles. After getting ready, my friends and I caught a cab to the airport so we could fly down to LA. Within 20 minutes of being in the air we began feeling some turbulence. The captain put on the fasten seatbelt sign and warned everyone to stay seated. All of a sudden the plane jolted and started falling down from the air and unknown speeds. Terrified, I held onto the armrests of my seat and prayed to God to make sure we do not die. All of a sudden there was a huge flash in the sky and the plane safely landed on some island. Surrounded by water and nothing but sand and palm trees, everyone began to panic. My friends and I sat on the beach in our Homecoming dresses waiting for someone to find help when all of a sudden we ended up on Hollywood Blvd.

I was spending the night at my grand-parents house in the dream. My grandpa made this really weird ride for their backyard which was a swamp. It was a big old airplane that would glide along the water. A big metal arm would pick the airplane up and spin it around really fast then let go and the plane would slide on the water. When we landed a big wave of water would wash over the plane but no one would get wet and then a monkey told us airplane procedures.

I had a dream that I was in a plane with my four children, nieces and nephews. we were crashing into an ocean. Once the plane was submerged in the water, I was able to unbuckle myself , holding my breathe under water, then walk to my children unbuckle them and lead them to an opening one by one. I was able to do the. Same for some nieces and nephews but wasn't able to get some of them out, I couldn't hold my breathe any longer. Then I swam to an opening and got out of the plane.

I have been having recurring dreams about my grandfather coming back to life. My most vivid one was last night. The dream begins as I get off the plane in Arizona (where my grandfather lived) and he picks me up we reunite in the most glorious way because he has been gone now for a year and a half. And I say to him I can't believe you are here how is this possible. And he replies saying anything is possible. We then do stuff together-- I don't remember what-- but it involves a lot of driving in the car-- something that he always did with us to show us around the area he lived in. Then the dream fast forwards to my parents picking me up from the airport and me convincing my dad that his Dad (my grandfather) was alive and was standing next to me. My dad didn't believe me until my mom told him that his Dad was actually there. Then everyone realizes my grandfather is back and I wake up.

I'm in New York, with friends and their little girl, I'm leaving to go home. Its a joyous occasion and everyone is happy. Until I realize the time and I have half an hour to get to the airport. I'm only allowed 2 suitcases but I have many bags. I'm trying to decide if going by train would be quicker than going by car, it takes an hour and half by train and under an hour by car so my friends take me by car, but even if we get there its 11 and the plane takes off at 12:30, check in will be closed and i still wont catch the plane so my only option is to wait for tomorrow and take the next flight out, but I'm anxious as to whether i have to pay extra for missing my flight.

My mom my two best friends and myself were in a large group of people who are going to China for the day. The airplane flew around the country we got to see some really nice houses. When the airplane was in the city it was driving around the streets like a regular car. Then we had to go to a gas station to get some snacks and stuff. We came back to the plane and there are some outlets on the plane but one wouldn't work with my phone charger. I was freaking out because in China they have different outlets than us. Then we finally got to our destination which should've been China but I think it was London. And we were in the hotel running around trying to get situated. At the hotel was extremely tall, a very large building. But the rooms were tiny and I kind of felt like we are all smooshed together. Then there was a pool on the very top of the hotel which must've been about 150 stories up and the pool mimicked a deep dark blue ocean that was very very deep. I remember swimming.

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