Airplane crash dream. I was outside in my driveway at a picnic table with my mother. A new flight from someplace had been added, and it caused a plane to fly right over my house. Well this plane flew over, and I asked my mom if she knew where it was coming from, and she didn’t, but it looked like a Southwest Airline plane. Then I saw another plane flying really low, lower than it should have been, to the west of my street. I told my mom to look at the plane, cuz it was very weird. It was definitely a Japanese plane, it had Japanese symbols on it that we could see clearly. The plane was weirdly shaped, sort of like a submarine with wings, but the back of the plane was all messed up. Then the plane started to turn, then flipped over. I yelled “it’s going to crash.” and my mom and I both watched it crash into the ground and explode. I put my hands over my face and kept saying “This is a dream! This is a dream!” and I looked at my mom and we both tried to figure out if this was a dream, and I tried to wake myself up if it really was a dream. But we couldn’t, so we figured it wasn’t a dream, but I still thought that it HAD to be a dream. Then everything I saw, I saw in pixels, like a computer screen. And I was still freaking out trying to figure out if I was dreaming. My mom suggested I go to lay down, maybe I’ll wakeup if it’s a dream. Then my mom called up the stairs that it wasn’t a dream, the plane crashed, but no one was hurt (?). Missy from down the street came over as well and was talking about the plane crash.
Not sure if this part is the same dream or not. Missy had this really popular boyfriend, and we had to go back to school. So she drove us to school, and we went to find her boyfriend who was sitting on a bench. She sat next to him and he basically ignored her and told her she wasn’t allowed to talk to him anymore, because more or less, it would hurt his image. So she got really pissed and I went after her to her car. We got in and I was trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t, so I told her just to drive carefully, but she was driving like a maniac, we almost hit some street signs in the parking lot, a tree, and then we drove off a small cliff. We were flying in the car, and I was wondering what we were going to do. Then we landed, and the car smashed to pieces, but we were fine. So I got the pieces and laid them out on the road to try to put them back together. Missy disappeared at that point, and some lady I knew who could put cars together found us, because she had seen us fly over. So she took me down the street to her house where she could fix the car, but I had to stay overnight. I had to sleep in a room with her 2 sons. One was younger, the other was my age I guess. So they had bunk beds, and then I had a regular twin bed at the end of the bunk beds. I was freezing, and the woman had bought us all new band shirts and left them by the beds, so I put on 4 shirts, and went to sleep. Then I woke up and heard the boys talking, but pretended to still be sleeping. Then the older boy came and sat on my bed to wake me up, but I didn’t want to wake up. Then he said something about how I had a Deftones shirt on. After that, their father came to get us for breakfast, but I still didn’t want to get up, so they left me there, but I knew the father was getting mad that I wasn’t up. So I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face, but there were a million light switches. I kept pressing them, but some turned on the water in the bathtub, and others different lights, but not the main one. I finally got the light on, and everything was fine.
possible explanation: none to think of. Hope I’m not psychic, but keep your eyes on the news for a Japanese airline crash.
possible interpretation: well you could say that my airplane crash dreams deal with problems, anxiety, stress in my life that’s about to explode or something. But I don’t get stressed with finals or anything, so not too sure what that has to do with anything.