I still remember very vividly. Recently I was headed from somewhere in Arizona to San Francisco on flight 824. As usual, the flight was pretty darn boring, and life was same as usual.
Then suddenly, nearing our destination in San Francisco, the airplane started free-falling. I thought it would stop but no, the free-fall just kept getting worse for what felt like 20 minutes.
Even worse, I could feel the plane’s nose slowly turning towards earth, which made me think that it’s impossible at this point for the airplane to correct itself.
One of the doors on the plane fell off and an old passenger’s seat broke off completely, somehow he hung onto the door of the airplane. I was too far away from him to help him and was barely getting my own seat belts on but gladly someone got him back on the plane.
The worst? We are still accelerating onto earth. This is going to be surely death.
After what feels like a million years, we suddenly feel the pilot boosting its thrusters as hard as he could and the plane slowly comes back towards the sky while scraping the bottom of the plane against earth. Later, I figure the pilot this on purpose, to use the torque of the plane to get back on track, I read something about that somewhere.
Still, the problem lay that we were gaining speed and it looks like we just lost all of our wheels and braking mechanisms and fuel, meaning we can’t slow down nor keep going.
Next to me is a young, hot girl who gets up and suddenly opens the hatch door next to me. We see Marine world Six Flags Discovery Kingdom, then we see the killer whales, and to myself thinking, “oh god, prepare for the worst, we are gonna still die.” I’ve been to Marine world 3 times in my life, not a place I want to die in a plane crash.
The plane was about to hit the ground, there was nothing more to think about. I grab the young, hot girl immediately (so she won’t fall), and her boobs started getting all over my face.
The next thing we hear a boom and that’s it. The plane crashed finely in a bunch of bushes.
Everyone survived, it was just an amazing feeling to be alive again. And yes, I’ve just survived an airplane crash, went through the emotions.
Then I went to the bathroom and started peeing for like 5 minutes crazy. Suddenly, I woke up from my dream.
[This is a true story – it’s 6:30AM here in San Francisco and I can’t fall back asleep, oh well, let’s blog this.]
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Wow, what a ride!