I was in a large jumbo jet, talking with a friend. I was listening to the pilot talk to another passenger about something. The passenger wasn’t understanding what he was trying to say, and the pilot got frustrated and put the plane on auto pilot. The pilot went back and opened one of the doors to prove his point. I felt the air pressure in the plane drop, and cold wind sweep in. I chuckled as the passenger finally realized the pilot’s point. All of a sudden, the auto pilot cut out, and the plane started plummeting out of control. The nose of the plane was somehow was pointing up as the plane was falling, so the pilot couldn’t get back to the cockpit. I watched as the altimeter plummet. The plane hit the ground, and I did die. The instant it hit the ground, it was like I was standing in a dark room, looking at a gray screen. I felt revealed, though, to finally be dead. But then I felt myself being drawn back, and I yelled it wasn’t fair. I was then standing in the drive way of an old friend’s house with two friends. We were ten years old again. We started walking up to my friend’s house as he explained how his sink emptied into his drive way. That’s where the dream ends.
