Dream, 27 February 2002

The sequence leading up to the main part of the dream is fuzzy. I remember being in a city, something like looked like parts of NYC, or perhaps London, doing the tourist thing and exploring. Later on there was to be a parade, something like an opening ceremony-type thing for an Olympics. A huge new jumbo jet was to debut as part of the parade. I remember having thought such a large plane was a bad idea, it's too big, it gave me chills thinking about it.

Fast-forward to being in the crowd along the parade route with my mom and my brother. We're still in the city, but it feels like we're sitting on the slope of a large hill. Way off in the distance I see this plane land and think, "That must be the one."

About 15-20 minutes later, this plane starts making its way down the street. People start to notice it and a collective gasp rises into the air. It's enormous. The plane is many stories tall, like nothing any of us has ever seen or even imagined. It lumbers down the crowded street and needs to do something like a minor 3-point turn to get around a bend in the road. Sudden feeling of dread...oh god, I didn't want to be right. The plane tips over and plunges into the crowd. Total silence for a moment, then screaming. My mom and brother and I run and run, not wanting to be anywhere nearby in case it explodes or something. It's just horrible.

I end up in a field somewhere and collect myself. Suddenly I think to myself that I need to find a television to find out more about what's going on. Miraculously, there's one a few yards from me and I turn it out. President Bush is on camera, and I've turned it on just in time to see the camera capturing him throwing up in reaction to this event. Cut to an interview with a couple, parents of two disabled, adopted children who were on that plane; one child is fine but the other is still missing. At this point the phone woke me.