Dream Of Plane Falling From Sky Novels & Stories

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

You don’t get to pick who you love. The plane has been in the air for 10 minutes when it’s happens. When the lights cut out and the screaming starts. When the nose of the plane starts to fall towards the earth. When one of the wings is ripped from the left side of the plane and a giant whole is sitting where the other people should have been.

My head was literally in the clouds. The intense adrenaline, the rush and the experience were absolutely breathtaking. I arched my back, concentrated and for the first time succeeded the somersault in air. Feeling ecstatic, I screamed along with Aiden while free falling. This was what I wanted to do all my life: free fall from a plane, fly and feel it forever. Suddenly, Aiden's parachute launched and I smile. He'd definitely reach the ground safely with the way he handled that fall. I waited for mine to open, too.

Falling didn’t feel like going down. It felt like being unhooked. The last pieces of the False‑HEA tore away around me—couch cushions, that crooked painting, the bus stop sign—all spinning off into white grid and static. For a moment, I was a scrap of data in a snow globe someone had smashed and shaken for fun. Then gravity remembered we were still telling a story. I hit… not ground. A plane. White. Cracked. Extending in every direction like an unfinished stage. Lines of grid etched it, some snapped, some half‑rendered. The space above and below was the same—vertical didn’t mean anything here.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Something loyal. Something patient. Something waiting. The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had been pulled down deliberately. And we were standing at the center of its collapse.

But as one car passed by and then he’s gone. Then it hit me, its happening again. It’s still raining, but I am all alone here. I looked up ant the sky was filled with glowing circles with some weird characters along them and geometrical figures appearing and disappearing, rockets flying and exploding, and I see people die! I see them cry and hear them plead! Airships! I see airships bombing- “Dude!” I snapped back to reality when Kev tapped me at my shoulders. I nearly lost my balance. “What’s wrong?” Aya asked.

It's good to watch the sky from there so I get to visit often. I don't know but there is something inside me that gets fascinated every time I watch the sky. It's like something in me just wants to float in the air from up there. Sounds stupid and silly but I can't stop thinking about it. It's as if a part of my personality has experienced being able to interact with the sky up close. Every night I dream that I am always on a plane with many people on board and looking at me while I speak something. I just can't remember what I was saying in my dream.

There was an intimacy to this far greater than sex, and it scared him, but at the same time he didn't want to pull away. "I have two dreams," he finally said. "Though they often follow one after the other. It starts off in a plane, flying over Manhattan. I can see the city lights, and the fog comes off the sea, swallowing everything below the plane. I know what's coming, but there's nothing I can do. I watch the runway disappear, and then it all ends in a fiery crash." His body seemed to shift to panic mode again, his heart racing, but he kept talking.

Like a drunk, Cerise inquires “what would you be if you weren’t a model?” Both of them look lost for a second, Janoir’s gaze dims and Jean replies incessantly to divert the attention off of him. “I’m who I am right now because I had no choice.” “What about you? what’s your dream?” Jean asks. “I don’t have one, but as a child, people always told me that my ‘real’ parents were in the sky. So I guess, It’s to see what’s beyond the sky.” Cerise clutches her head in pain, massaging the temples as she repeats the statement, shocked by herself because that definitely did not come from her.