Dreams

Plane Crash

Twilight; my brother and I leaving some place, a shop or theater maybe. Someone is pointing straight up, with that strange solemn mixture of excitement and dread. We look up to see a trail of sparkling light, perfectly bright and contrasted against the darkening sky...is it a meteor? Excellent, a big meteor! Wait...it's turning. Turning again, and now dropping straight down. Oh fuck...it's an airplane. (No more excitement, just dread.) It looks like it's going to crash in some woods behind these rowhouses; my brother and I run down a hill so we can see where. And then suddenly the plane rights itself, performs some insane maneuver, and is now coasting (at high speed, still smoking) just over the tops of the trees. There is applause, and heartfelt cheering. We watch as it circles round us, and then it suddenly drops; it's moving directly towards us, and starts to land in a parking lot; cars are crushed and begin to explode as we stand there, unable to move.