While riding in a car with friends somewhere in the middle of nowhere on a long stretch of empty road, I saw an airplane in the sky, completely engulfed in flames. Even though I wasn't in the plane, I was terrified for the people within it and hoped they got out alive. Though the plane was somewhat high up, I could hear horrified screams from many miles below. For some reason, the pilot wouldn't land the thing. He just kept flying it around in maddened circles for ages.

Finally the airplane exploded into several large shards of debris which rained down in the distance. After a minute or so had gone by, I saw some people were parachuting down to the ground. I felt relief when I saw that at least some of them escaped.

I met the survivors of the tragedy and they told me about the pilot. I can't remember his name, but he was young, athletic, and at first meeting, he didn't look or act anything like an airplane pilot. In fact, he didn't seem at all disturbed by the occurrence and shrugged it off like it always happens. He actually looked exactly like Ross, the way he more commonly looks in my dreams. Tall, strong, thin, athletic, blond, douchey smile.

I went with him and some of the survivors to a piece of the exploded plane, and I asked a girl who survived where she got her parachute and how many there were. She said she got them out of... a vending machine...

I was confused and asked Mr. Douchebag Pilot (Ross) why parachutes were in a vending machine. He said they weren't; they were actually individually locked in combination safes. He actually showed me these ridiculous contraptions, and was doing so with a grin on his face. I could tell from the way he talked about the parachute safes, he was proud of them, like he made them. I checked them out and several of them were still locked.

The catch to the parachute-vending-safes were that you had to put a freaking quarter into the safe in order to unlock the ability to unlock the safe, so only a few survivors made it out because they forced themselves to remain steady enough to solve these dumb puzzles.

It was like some Saw movie or something, since the people who survived the explosion only had so much time to crack the safes or find the combinations. I could tell from the look on Ross's face and the way he was acting and talking to me, he had planned this whole thing.

I imagined the absolute horror the riders must have been feeling, and I wanted to do something about it. I told Ross I would be back later to discuss some other things with him/that we needed to have a serious talk about what he did. When I did come back later to talk to him, he was standing on the shard of exploded plane completely naked, and wasn't shy about it. It made me forget exactly why I was there, because I was now asking him why the hell he took his clothes off. I don't think I ever got a response.

Needless to say, this dream was very vivid in many ways, and so realistic, and it wasn't the first time I've dreamed about airplanes crashing. I've always had a fear of planes, and get extremely uncomfortable riding them. I felt almost like that fear was used against me subconsciously to remind me how little control I have over my life. However, it was one of the few dreams I've had where Ross actually SPOKE to me instead of trying to rape me somehow. Of course, he still tried to get to some kind of sexual step by getting naked in front of me when I was trying to talk to him about something serious. He seemed a bit put off when I wasn't interested in how horny he was, and tried to get some kind of answer from him about what he had done. It was like talking to a child about why they spread paint all over the curtains.

Ross wasn't too clear on why he did it, but he didn't really have to tell me. He's destructive, and what's worse, it sounds like he enjoys having sick control over people.