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I was on a flight in a very large plane with my sister and cousins. The pilot wasn't in the plane. I looked out of the window and saw that we've arrived to our destination, but the plane is still flying. I sat in the pilot's seat freaking out, I tried to land. At first, the plane was falling vertically down and I thought I'm going to die. Then I tried to adjust it back to its horizontal position. I looked down and there was a jungle, so I assumed we'd land softly. As we got closer to the ground, I pressed on a red button in the plane and we landed safely.

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I have had a similar dream twice. In the first dream I was travelling on a trans-Atlantic flight with by best friend. (We were traveling abroad at the time in reality). In the dream the plane hit severe turbulence, stalled, and started to nose dive. But before we crashed the pilots managed to regain control. But this repeated a few times. Then the pilots over corrected and ended up doing a complete loop (backflip) in a jumbo jet. After this I began a chant on the plane for the pilots to land the plane. Which they did and safely. In the second dream, about 2mos later, I was again flying with the same friend. Only this time it was a much smaller plane, it was daytime and the ground was always visible. (Unlike the first dream that was at night and high altitude, all I could see was clouds out the window). But again the plane hit turbulence, stalled and began to nosedive. And again at the last minute the pilot would recover control time and again. And also in the dream I remember the plane going upside down. I don't remember landing in this dream

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I'm flying in a small plane. The pilot is a little bit odd but competent. He goes in for a landing in Missouri or some flyover state like that. We're coming in on a grass airstrip with a hill in the middle. Coming over the hill and in for the landing, we spot at the last minute something on the ground. But it's too late. He lands on it, and we land safely. Looking back and getting out of the plane, we realize we've critically wounded an orangutan. There are actually two of them there. One of the other passengers, concerned for the orangutan, goes to comfort it and evaluate its injuries. The orangutan is more like the size of a large gorilla and seems to have the same strength. It hugs the passenger, who goes limp, and then with one bite takes his head clean off. We're all horrified, and then I forget what happens next.

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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.

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