My Airplane crash
I had a dream last night that I was flying in a plane, when all of the sudden, I heard an incredible crash, whether it was the engine of something hitting the plane, I’m not sure. Everyone starting screaming and running around as the plane began to tilt downward and felt like a roller coaster after the first hill. I had a pair of sunglasses on my head, so I had placed them over my eyes, put my head back and rested as the plane went down.
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My money is on a “bird strike”.
Maybe its a metaphor for a whole bunch of chaos around you and you can rest easy because God is in control, and you know you’ll be OK no matter what the situation apears to be. (the crashing plane)
i imagine on some level it’s actually alot like you described. Think about it: one moment you’re in the thick of this life, this consciousness and the next thing you now you’re somewhere else. Could our actual death be much different? i was sitting here contemplating what it actually might be like to see it coming and experiencing the terror and the certainty of those last moments of this life.
What i was really able to relate to is the moment of waking from a nightmare; in an instant you realize it was only a dream and reality settles in. Is this what the threshold of death is like?
What if you were in an Iranian prison and you were dreaming of beucolic life in the U.S. only to wake up to the reality that your reality is Hell? Interesting paradigm, yes?