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Dreamed I got on a plane. Don't remember where we were going, but it was raining. My parents weren't aboard, but some of my other family was -- aunts, uncles, cousins. There were some random teenagers I don't know who were making out in some of the seats. Oh yeah, and Will Smith was there, who I was randomly talking to, and then he started following me around. I'm not sure why.

Then one of my cousins starts saying the plane will crash. He says he saw the pilot shaking before, looking kinda sick, and that the pilot looked sort of new at this. As soon as he says it, I know it's gonna crash, too. I ask one of the flight attendants how many people canceled their tickets, and they tell me that it's a lot, a lot more than average. We argue with his parents for a while but we finally convince them and we all (and Will Smith sigh) get off the plane right after it's left the terminal and is waiting for its chance to lift off. We watch it go.

It doesn't explode in mid-air or anything like that. It just kinda flies out of sight and we go back to the airport.

The next day it's in the news. It crashed in the ocean, and from what they can figure out, the pilot got sick and collapsed in the cockpit and sent the plane into a nosedive into the water. Everybody died. The flight attendant I talked to, the teenagers that were making out, they were still pulling bodies out of the wreck. You'd think I'd have felt relief or vindication or at least happy I wasn't dead or something, but nah. Just a sense of resignation and well, I did what I could do. Saw it coming, but who would have believed me?

That was the end.

on a related note, if Will Smith is the next celebrity death, I will be sort of freaked out