I dreamed it was a near future, or perhaps present day in a slightly more modern version of the world. I’d boarded a sleek airliner, one as large as a regular plane but with seating more akin to first class throughout the length of the tube. Some seats could swivel, as well. Additionally, sections of the ceiling of the plane was ribbed transparent plastic (or something stronger) so you could look up into the sky.
The plane was perhaps a third full to half full, and also on board was my friend from here in CO, K. She was seated on the right somewhere ahead of me; I was seated on the left.
The plane began to taxi in preparation for takeoff. It built momentum as it raced along the highway-like track with hills on either side, and I felt the takeoff was proceeding normally so I swiveled my seat to the side and paid no attention — until I realized that our upward angle was rapidly returning to an angle down. We’d hardly gone 500 yards before the pilot was evidently trying to land the plane again. If this was a crash, it was at least from only a few yards up, and we’d skid.
We skidded a long time and came to rest more or less in a straight line. If we’d gone off-angle the plane could have rolled, the wings could have come off and exploded. We were fortunate, but still fearful of explosion so we hastily existed.
A passenger bus had pulled up to the nose of the plane, and the captain of the bus was standing by the door, smiling, ready to take us via bus to our destination. I was suspicious. This bus was present only moments after we’d crashed? Before any emergency vehicles had arrived?
And why did he seem particularly interested in making sure K got off the plane and onto his bus? Was the bus driver part of a plot to get the plane down? It seemed likely. So I began protesting, asking the bus driver how he came to be here so suddenly. I made my concerns known to K, who I saw coming off the plane.
Then the dream turned into some kind of jealousy motiff, still starring K. Some kind of creature…not a dog, not a man, was expressing some kind of relationship to K, and K, if I recall correctly, was defending this as true. The details are lost on waking.