Plane Crash

Tonight I had a strange dream again.

I was at my parent’s house and almost all my aunts, uncles, and grandparents where their. Maybe it was Christmas or some other important meeting that needed the attendance of all.

I looked out of the window and saw a small propeller aeroplane flying way to low. Probably a six or eight-seater.

Obviously, the plane crashed right inside our garden. The jet flame of the crash was approaching our house. Somehow we all managed to survive.

As I was standing up after the blast knocked me to the ground, my Paramedic Senses started to work.

A quick look around inside the living room. It seemed like nobody was severely injured.

I jumped through the window I just saw the plane crash. I smelled the scent of burning flesh. I got my mobile out and called emergency services.

I don’t know why, but the call-taker on the other side seemed to be informed about the crash already. He also was fascinated that I was that calm in the current moment.

I ran to the plane to check if I could help people get out of it. Then I heard a strange sound above my head. A way larger aeroplane flew over my head.

That second plane crashed on a field nearby. I was still on the phone with the emergency services: “Send all you can send. A 737 just crashed on a field nearby” were the words I was shouting into my phone as I started running towards the larger crash site.

The dream ended. Again, midway into the action. And again, I’m not sure what it should mean.