I had a dream I was on a plane. A totally normal flight. Going in for a landing when things went wrong at the last minute. I swear I could feel the heat of the flames as I saw them coming through the fuselage as the plane is breaking up around me. I woke up on my feet beside my bed sweating. I’ve never had a dream like that before or since. I’ve never done drugs or other vices. That was over a decade ago and I can still remember it like it was a real event in my life. Like it was landing in Denver, I was sitting a few rows from the front on the left isle on the emergency exit row.
Incredible story and well written, you have a gift.
Maybe you are dreaming now.
Thank you. It doesn’t hurt the ability to tell the tale that this is still so strongly etched in my mind. It still feels like it was 15 minutes ago, and not 15 years ago as it actually was.