The past 2 nights I’ve dreamt of a plane crash… this is a bit scary since I’m flying back home this saturday. I know that dreams are just dreams, problems in our mind to reflect things we’re going through in our lives. So maybe some part of my life is kind of like a plane crash right now but something about this dream tells me that’s not it..

I see people,  all around me fighting for their lives as the plane goes down while I sit calmly in my seat listening to ‘And Counting’ by Lights watching the frantic faces around me.

Everyone is so scared, focused on saving their lives while all I can focus on is how beautiful the afternoon sky looks, how I can see the green grass getting closer and closer.

I think of how in this moment I can fly, I unhook my seat belt and my body involuntarily flys out the side of the plane, I fall for what feels like forever, I feel free, free in flight. My mind drifts into deep thought of all the memories I cherish most, I open my mind only to realize that I’m about to hit the ground, the last memories I get sends tears to my eyes.

And just as I’m about to hit the ground…

I’m awake…

-YB, A Not So Poem about a Dream