Oh look! Another dream entry!

Sep 14, 2010 08:53

Bad dreams last night. I didn't remember it until I was driving into work though. I was driving toward a gorgeous sunrise that was coloring the clouds this pretty shade of peach/orange and I noted that I didn't see any planes in the sky, even though I was driving right past the airport. And then I remembered.

In my dream, I was in a class. It was in the city. A bigger city than Cleveland, or at least one with more tall buildings, but there still weren't that many skyscraper type buildings. And this class was in one of the top floors of a building. And it was a lecture hall, but instead of having whiteboards or a projection screen on the wall behind the professor, the entire wall was one giant window. It was *SO* pretty to look out over the city as dusk arrived and the city lights came on.

Then we heard this noise. It sounded like a jet, so we all looked up and out the windows to see where it was coming from. I was slightly confused, because the airshow wasn't in town at that time. Instead of a fighter jet though, it was one of those commuter planes (Continental, if that matters) going *REALLY* fast. The pilot banked into a turn, and completely lost control of the plane and it went cartwheeling off. We watched in horror as the plane headed right into the city, struggling to right itself and gain altitude. For a moment, it seemed like the plane was going to manage to land with each tire on a different building, but of course, planes can't just stop on a dime, so it crashed into this apartment building. It was weird, because it took out one unit, but the unit above was still perfectly intact. We could see into the window, and the owner was sitting up in his chair, looking around, like he thought maybe it had been an earthquake. His TV was still on even.

Immediately, we all got up to go over and see if we could help. That's when I noticed Chris H had been sitting next to me in class. We gathered up our stuff, put it in our backpacks, but then left the backpacks there in the classroom.

They started evacuating the apartment building. Somehow, they drove vehicles up onto the roof, got people into them, and drove them down. I guess there was no way to get down past the floor where the plane had crashed.

At some point, I was helping out, and sort of directing people traffic and trying to keep the media away. The pilot had survived (in fact, despite the huge mess, there hadn't been any casualties, just some injuries) and I was trying to get her into this cabin without her getting harangued by the media, or assaulted by people that were mad at her for crashing the plane. Not that she had done it on purpose; the plane had just completely lost control for a bit. She did a good job trying to salvage the situation.

I think I really need to de-stress somehow so I can stop having these bad dreams. I just don't see when I'll ever have time for it!

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