Plane Crash Dream

One of my biggest fears is airplanes crashing. I'm terrified to fly, and there is just something so intimidating about a plane to me. I suppose it didn't help that I was watching LOST last night (I'm re-watching and I'm on season 2)...but my dream was about planes crashing.

In the dream, Kris and I were getting ready to fly somewhere. There were some other people with us, not sure who, I think it was a mix of family and friends. We were at the airport and were waiting to board our plane, when suddenly, a plane is heading directly towards the airport, where we're standing. It's going to crash into the side of the airport, this large glass wall overlooking the runways and the city beyond. I am not sure where we were or what city it was. It was nighttime. We were able to get out of the way... just in time to see other planes just dropping from the sky. Crashing. The entire airport was in chaos. We didn't know if it was terrorists...or what was happening. As we were rushing to get out of the airport, we overheard an employee from the ticket counter say something about how it's that 'time of year' for all the planes to crash...but there has never been this many.

We scrambled to a hotel (there were about five or six of us maybe), and there, we waited. We could see the planes continuing to crash, and then I remembered that my dad was flying one (my dad and Rachel are getting ready to go flying sometime soon...in real life). I was seeing him...flying the plane...and then it crashed. He escaped unscathed, but the passengers of the small private jet were all burned. The plane was in shambles.

Eventually, Kris and I and our group were able to board our plane after the mess. But before we boarded, we had to walk through the aftermath of the 'plane crash day', seeing the burned rubble of all of these planes. The dead people were still inside. We had to walk through this mess, and I was very scared. We boarded our jumbo jet (one of those large double-decker planes that I've never actually been on) and we were flying first class. We were comfortably seated, but as they were closing up the plane and I knew I was locked into flying...I panicked and wanted to get out. I remember the fear and panic rushing over me, and then the dream ended as we were taking off to get where we were going.

I often have dreams of planes crashing - they are usually planes crashing on my parents' street, and my dad and Brian have to rush to help. It's terrifying, because I don't know if I will see them again. I don't like these dreams. Last night's woke me up, but I was able to fall back to sleep immediately. Still scary.