This is rather rambling as it was written by flashlight at 4:37am when I was only half awake and in a mad hurry to get it down before I forgot it.
My mom wanted to go to London. Immediately, as though it were a trip to the grocery store. So we ran to the airport, bought two tickets on American Airlines (my mom was rather insistent that it be AA), and after a mad dash through the concourse we settled into our seats somewhere in the middle of the plane. As we were taxiing down the runway for take-off I noticed that our tickets had been improperly made for a return in one week rather than the two days we anticipated. As we became intent on finding how this had happened several people on the plane began to scream and as we were still on the ground I flipped up the window shade to see what could possibly have gone wrong already. To my shock I discovered that we were not hurtling down the runway, but were rather hurtling down the wrong side of a six-lane highway seperated by a concrete divider. At a curve we slammed into the divider with the left side of the plane opposite my mom and I. I don't know how but I could see in front of the plane and I saw two things in an instant. The road was coming to a T and we were going to slam into the woods on the other side. The pilot came over the loud speaker and began to scream, "Brace for impact, brace, brace, brace." At the last moment the pilot somehow spun the plane around 180-degrees (the engines were making the worst screaming noise you could imagine) and we hit the woods backwards and very, very hard. Next thing I remember (or rather, dreamt), my Mom and I were clear of the wreckage and as soon as I saw her she was gone for the rest of the dream. I began to scream for Leia, not ordinary screams but the throat-tearing screams of sheer adrenlin and panic not, not considering for an instant that she had not been on the plane to start with. I ran about 150-yards to were the tail and back half of the plane lay on it's side with the top ripped off exposing the seats now at a 90-degree angle to the ground. All the while I was screaming Leia, over and over again. Then, out of nowhere I found her...and her mother and got them down from their seats and away from the plane. The plane was one of those with engines on either side of the tail, rather than under the wings and the one on the right side, now high in the air was beginning to catch fire. I could see that several people were still in their seats and appeared to be unconscious. I began running from person to person, sometimes close to me, sometimes on the other side of the plane which was 20-30 feet in the air, yelling "Ma'am (or sir), wake up, you have to wake up the plane is on fire. One by one they all extricated themselves from the wreckage, climbed down and walked or stumbled to where everyone had gathered a few hundred yards away. One woman, sitting in what would have been a window seat but was now the farthest possible seat from the ground was still strapped in and was actually knitting, all the while mumbling to herself something along the lines of, "No, this simply cannot be," or,"this is not happening". But when the engine that had been smoldering suddenly began to race and pop loudly she finally came down and went to join the others. As I was about to follow her away I saw a man trapped under the the very rear of the plane....some of the others and I pulled him free and even though it was apparent he no longer had any legs, as soon as he was pulled free they were back and he began walking toward the other passengers. As I walked in that direction I noticed two dead dogs one in an airplane seat and one that had clearly been in the field when we hit (these were the only fatalities I saw, go figure), and that bothered me more than anything yet had; but there were no human bodies to be seen anywhere throughout the enormous amount of wreckage now mostly engulfed in flames. I noticed only 10-15 people had gathered around what I now saw was the pilot and I wondered where the hell the rest of the people had got to. As I drew closer I heard the pilot giving everyone the phone number to Dr. Tylock (a lasic eye surgeon in Dallas) and I recall thinking "how typical" and being completely disgusted with his incompetance but to exhausted to be angry. At the edge of this not of people were Leia and her mom sitting in a row of detached airplane seats. Leia was white as a sheet and was laying with her head in her mother's lap while her mom stroked her hair and whispered to her....she was clearly badly in shock. I remember feeling profoundly relieved all of a sudden and for the first time I wondered where the hell the emergency vehicles were. Then I woke up.
Post-Dream Note to Self: Stop watching "Lost" and avoid American Airlines in the near future. Oh, yes, and stop worrying about Leia already. For god's sake....
