after lunch, we boarded our flight, and took off. as we lifted, my breathing quickened and i shut my eyes, telling the person next to me that taking off always makes me nervous. the same thing happened again when i opened my eyes and looked out the window. i again explained myself, looking down always makes me nervous too. soon we were touching down on the run way. i looked up and saw "stop" written on the runway at the end, and a stop sign, right before it ended in a the side of a mountain. as i looked at it, i realized we would run into it, we were still going so fast. so we crashed into it, but spiraled around strangely so i slipped around but it was all very comfortable. when we stopped moving, i looked around, and apparently we had gone through the mountain, and were floating in this mossy sort of pond in the midst of a forest. the pilot then spoke up, "I'm dying, what about everyone else?" I shrieked, in my head, "you're dying??!?!" because you dont just say that. Then i realized it was true. and i got everyones attention and asked them who was seriously injured and who was okay, and suddenly deciding that if the pilot was dying, i couldn't have survived that crash just fine. i then assumed that i was "bleeding internally" and everything felt more panicked. no one was very vocal about any injuries so i asked if anyone knew anything about planes so we could get out. but no one answered so i looked around and pushed a few red buttons. but nothing helped. i had a looming fear that our plane would sink, seeing as we were in this pond. then i think we all fell asleep for a bit. too much trauma all at once or something. i woke up a bit later and everything seemed less immediate. i think the pilot was dead by then though. so i woke up sometime after that, having solved nothing. so for now, my dream self is eternally stuck on a crashed airplane with a dead pilot and some GST kids, about to drown.