Again, last night I was flying in airplane and crashed. This time we were
together, going for the holiday trip with my mother, grandmother, marja and my
son (we really are going to Crete in two weeks). I had to sit in somekind of
toilet during the takeoff. The plane started the takeoff run and in the middle
of the runway it made a steep turn to another runway. The first was too short.
The plane was so much overloaded that it had some serious trouble getting up.
We managed to get some 10 meters or so, and the captain raised the landing
gears to make the plane more aerodynamic and thus help it lift. But that was
in vain! Again the hill was closing and everyone was hoping that we can make
it. We didn't. In the top of the hill (the runway ended to a steep forest
filled hill, there was of course somekind of clear area for the runway) we
touched down and crashed. The plane didn't explode and I managed to get out
first as I was very close to the exit in the toilet (or whatever it was). I
then got really worried about Roope and my family because I couldn't see them.
The dream as I remember it, ended there. I woke up little after. Quite
weird...