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last night i had a horribly sad dream. i was with someone that was acting as my father figure, i don't think i had a dad at that point in my life. we took a plane and landed somewhere in a field, and then i looked back towards the airport that we left and there were hundreds of blue planes flying up into the air vertically twirling. it looked amazing. there was a forest right in front of us, and we heard this terrible noise, and we saw a plane get torn in half, and the next second it crashed into the ground. two more planes were gutted because they ran into each other. they all had passengers. i went over to the crash site to see if anyone was alive, but there weren't. there were hundreds of burnt bodies on the ground, there was one baby that was untouched though, and in the distance, there was the half of the plane. the inside was cleaned out by the pressure and the speed. the father figure i was with took me to our room, room 19. that night, i dreamed that i was on one of those planes, not as a passenger, but as a camera seeing everything happen. from that dream on, all i did was cry. i cried so hard whenever i was alone and knew no one would see me. i got into a lot of fights with kids around the area because they were making fun of the crashes and not even acknowledging that it happened. my father figure was terrified. at the beginning of the dream, he seemed alive, and at the end, he looked dead in every way. i remember crying so hard that i couldn't breathe - on the edge of my bed. it was terrible. too much death for me to see.