I'm scared. I just had my scariest dream yet.
It was so real I thought it was life. Although I knew full well it was a dream that i couldn't wake up from halfway through.
Some parts of this dream don't make sense.
Me and one of my classes we're on a plane. My woodshop teacher was my supervisor. I was sitting next to this girl Emily who sits next to me in english. We we're just casually talking and looking out the window. Then I saw something. It was like a small green...camera. It was slowly falling down. Then another one, this time pink.
Then a gameboy game instruction manual.
Then a handheld device. Then more items I didn't Identify.
Then I realized...
There was a plane going down.
I said this outloud. Emily got up, Stood on the window edge, and within 2 seconds, She was out the window. Being sucked backwards behind hte plane. (Now remember this is the most realistic dream I have ever had.)
I started freaking out. Breathing heavily. Nearly crying. I look out the window. about 15 fed ex planes are crashing to the ground. I close the window, my sister keeps trying to look out but I stop her.
Next my dream zooms ahead, I'm on the ground running, you hear crashes and people screaming. I run to gas station. I nearly get hit by a car that narrowly sped up just in time to escape being crushed by a plane.
I run into the smoke and dust and look at teh destroyed plane, me and some other students call in saying:
"ANYONE ALIVE IN THERE?!"
No answer, we tried again. No answer, one more time.
The door flies open and some people come out.
I start frantically asking a woman how this happened.
She told us that appearently the Russians called us out. We WE'RE mining in Yurkistka (or somehting like that.) SO they found a way to take out every single business plane at once, without harming commerical planes. It was like an EMP.
I then ran, I started looking for Emily's body. I ran everywhere, walking past crashed planes, debris, runnign thorugh warehouses, a shopping mall, everywhere. All to no avail.
I started looking for loot. Nothing.
I ran around telling people what happened.
Then I started looking for Emily again.
Right as I finished telling the story to a person who I knew was was living far away from the site where the planes went down, my friend woke me up.
It was so realistic. All the thoughts, all the smells, feelings, everything. I never found Emily's body. And I needed to write this down. I never want to forget this.