I was in a house. In this house. In this room. The door was rattling due to the gusting wind outside. Contrary to physical reality, there was a screen door in addition to the glass door to the outside... but the screen door was on the inside for some reason. The screen door was beginning to blow off its hinge, so my boyfriend went out to see if he could get some tools from our roommates(we have separate entrances to the house).

A brown-haired lady (who I think might have been our backyard neighbor) ran in here for shelter. I looked out the window and noticed four tents in the back yard. I knew somehow that they belonged to her and her husband - there was some problem with their house, so they needed to stay in our yard. I was about to talk to the lady in the room, when the screen door blew off its hinges. I grabbed it and struggled to reattach it. As I was trying, I looked through the door window and saw that I was looking onto a train station platform.

The wind remained. A crowd of people struggled to keep their hats and umbrellas against the gale. A horrified attendant gasped in her booth when somebody’s newly purchased tickets blew out of her hands and towards the tracks.

I turned back toward the inside. I decided to go “live” on Instagram to show this wild wind storm. I noticed I had around 150 followers.

I then realized I was on an airplane, not in the room. And it was the screws on the side of the plane that were loose, not a screen door. Wind was coming in. I was standing and looking through an oval window as the wind… and the speed of the plane… increased.

The lights began to flicker and the plane began to lurch. The lady with the brown hair cried out that the plane was going down. I could feel the nose of the plane pointing down. I could see the angle of the rain in the window. Or was that smoke? The deafening rumbling of the wind overpowered the sounds of the terrified passengers.

We were going down. Fast.

I calmly thought, “Oh. I’m going to die. This is really happening.” My heartrate increased slightly. I felt something similar to excitement.

Still standing, I suddenly felt lighter than air and silence enveloped me.

Still looking out the window, I watched as orange and red flames licked up the plane and consumed my body that had tumbled to the floor.

And then I woke up.