I had a dream I was on a plane. A totally normal flight. Going in for a landing when things went wrong at the last minute. I swear I could feel the heat of the flames as I saw them coming through the fuselage as the plane is breaking up around me. I woke up on my feet beside my bed sweating. I’ve never had a dream like that before or since. I’ve never done drugs or other vices. That was over a decade ago and I can still remember it like it was a real event in my life. Like it was landing in Denver, I was sitting a few rows from the front on the left isle on the emergency exit row.
I remember a dream I had while I was sleeping on a plane. I was with two other women and one of them was holding a little dog (similar to a pomeranian). They were talking normally, but I noticed the dog glaring at me with his abnormally huge, ice cold eyes. I can’t accurately describe the evilness and intense hate I saw in that stare, but it was out of this world. The dog jumped at me and bit my wrist and I started screaming. Then the sound of the plane engines gradually overlapped my screams, until I jolted awake with a nosebleed.
I had a nose surgery not long ago at that time, so it was not uncommon for me to occasionally get nosebleeds. However I still remember those evil eyes very vividly to this day.