Novel & Cerita Dream Of Plane Falling From Sky

Jessica was looking out through the window of the airplane they were in, staring into the huge clouds that looked like a bunch of cotton wool where some birds were flying around being happy, playing a bit with each other diving in and out of the fluffy clouds! Jessica looked at them and started daydreaming, letting her thoughts go free just the birds, wandering around in her head while fantasizing and before she realizes her thoughts are miles away!

I would never be hurt, I would reason, dreaming of the impossible. And right now. As the wind whipped past my ears, my heart plunged to my stomach, pounding. Thud thud. Blurry images slept past me. It was dark, like a tunnel. I could barely make out things, and worst? I was slipping—falling to what perhaps could be my death. Once more, that childhood dream resurfaced. If only I had wings. But reality slapped me in the face. No wings sprang from my back. And I continued my descent.

"Did she say anything before she left? Anything odd or unusual?" "She said she'd had a dream." Lydia's voice dropped even lower. "The same dream, over and over, for three nights running. About fire and feathers falling from the sky like snow. A black-winged figure standing against a blood-red horizon, speaking in a language she didn't understand but somehow felt in her bones. The dream always ended the same way, with the sky turning the color of fresh blood, and the figure reaching out toward her with hands that weren't quite human."

Isabella and Sofia were waiting for me, and I couldn't let anything stand in my way. The plane continued to jostle and sway as the pilot searched for a suitable landing spot. The rain pounded against the windows, obscuring my view of the ground below. Each jolt of turbulence sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins, but I forced myself to remain calm. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pilot spotted a clearing amidst the storm. With steady hands, he maneuvered the plane towards it, fighting against the powerful gusts of wind. The plane descended rapidly, and my stomach lurched as we approached the ground. The wheels touched down with a jolt, causing the plane to skid along the

Because of all the adrenalin rushing through her veins, she seems to be stuck in a movie slo-mo. {Nice and easy. Like smooth butter cream. Catch an air current, little Suzanne! Soar on the wind of my love! Fly fast and glide far!} She releases Suzanne at the highest point of her arm’s arc. The tremendous lift from its wide wings makes it climb really high, and for one suspended, dazzling moment when the plane floats at the apex of its ascent, Kate, Babylee and Terra shade their eyes with their hands from the brightness of the wide blue sky. Then, Suzanne points its nose down and begins its dive…

I’m just a girl with a crush and a shift that ends at five. Then the coffee shop starts to melt. The bright cafe lights dim into a sickly yellow. Dark streaks crawl up the walls like ink spilled on a map. I try to grab Alanza’s hand, but she feels like smoke. A shadow looms behind her, tall and featureless. I want to scream for her to run, but my lungs are full of water. The shadow wraps around her, pulling her into a corner where the light doesn't reach. She’s gone. The dream snaps and restarts. Now we are on the plane. The engines hum, a steady vibration that should be soothing. Alanza is making a joke about the tiny bags of pretzels, her eyes bright with excitement for our trip. Then the

Then he stood at the edge of the rooftop, arms spread like a great bird. Lena ran to stop him, but he had already leapt. The wingsuit malfunctioned—the wings didn’t fully deploy. Anthony plummeted like a bird with broken wings. Bang! He crashed onto the concrete below, body twisted, blood splattered. “Anthony!” Lena woke up shouting, gasping for air, wiping sweat from her forehead. Just a strange, surreal dream. Yet it left a lingering unease. She clutched her chest. Maybe too much had happened lately—that’s why she had such a chaotic dream.

After landing, Rebecca felt a bit uneasy and hesitated before disembarking from the plane. Reflecting on the past few days of her "journey," she had been on edge. She had even contemplated the worst-case scenario of disappearing from the world. Of course, she had also optimistically considered the possibility of returning home. In her dreams, she envisioned herself as a character from a blockbuster film. She imagined being rescued by superheroes and safely landing, rushing into her parents' arms, and reverting to being a child.

SERAPHINA’S POV Falling is anything but how it is depicted in dreams. I've had occasional dreams where I'd become a bird, soaring through the sky and feeling the wind in my feathers. There are also those dreams where I'd fall freely through the air, only to crash into my bed and wake up. I’d guessed that it’d be faintly similar to the real thing - not that I ever thought I’d have to check it myself just to be sure. But boy, was I fucking wrong.

Diane Landing is a controlled fall ending in a jolt, a groan of brakes, then the slow roll of the plane on the taxiway. The implacable blue of the sky has been replaced by a uniform gray, typical of northern skies. Through the porthole, I see hangars, other private jets, and in the distance, the silhouette of a ultra-modern terminal. We're not at a commercial airport. It's a private airfield, one of those places where money buys invisibility.