Dreaming

I dreamed I was in a plane crash. I lay my head on my knees. I knew I was going to die. I felt quite calm. The plane was making a lot of noise - shaking and screaming metal. The plane was in a nose-dive. I knew I was going to die. Some one next to me draped a blanket over my back and shoulders. My head soft on my knees, I closed my eyes. Surely the sounds will change soon, near the end, I thought. The plane was still making a lot of the same noises. Then they changed, we were crashing. It's now, I thought. I felt quite calm, almost peaceful. I opened my eyes to see the fireball racing towards me. Interesting, I thought, you do experience every moment of the experience I closed my eyes again as it engulfted me. There was no pain. I was pleased. It would be over soon. And all the air rushed away. but I was calm and happy and everything was quiet. and warm. and dark. I thought, it's over, I've died. Thank goodness. Then I got spat out the back of that dream and into one with a long journey and an irrate musher with a pack of noises huskies.
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