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DREAMS
Was in a building on a street that had elements of both the country road I grew up on, and an urban street. And as I looked outside through a window, I saw a plane angle/tumble weirdly down out of the sky and crash right into the front of an apartment building. Nothing exploded; I heard no screams; there seemed to be some, but not extreme damage to the wings. (Was shaped like, but in retrospect not as large as the average jet.)
Struck with horror and shock at this, I ran outside, along with a female companion. Not sure who it was.
I shouted about what had happened to my 'father', as he was nearby, and as my companion started towards where I claimed I'd seen the crash occur, I warned her to be careful, as it might yet explode.
Except that there was nothing there. No plane, no crash. I reeled at the difference between what I'd seen and what was there, now, then decided I must have stopped at the wrong section of street, that it was actually a few buildings down that it'd occured. So with my companion in tow, I hurried down there, to find...
Nothing.
There was no crash anywhere.
So now I was wigging out about apparently having outright delusions, what it felt like to see something horrid that wasn't 'real'; I could tell that my father was also quite disturbed over my claims, given there was absolutely no evidence of anything like that having occured.
Struck with horror and shock at this, I ran outside, along with a female companion. Not sure who it was.
I shouted about what had happened to my 'father', as he was nearby, and as my companion started towards where I claimed I'd seen the crash occur, I warned her to be careful, as it might yet explode.
Except that there was nothing there. No plane, no crash. I reeled at the difference between what I'd seen and what was there, now, then decided I must have stopped at the wrong section of street, that it was actually a few buildings down that it'd occured. So with my companion in tow, I hurried down there, to find...
Nothing.
There was no crash anywhere.
So now I was wigging out about apparently having outright delusions, what it felt like to see something horrid that wasn't 'real'; I could tell that my father was also quite disturbed over my claims, given there was absolutely no evidence of anything like that having occured.