I've been having some particularly lucid dreams lately. Last night I dreamed that I stood and watched a Qantas plane come in to land. It was very clearly Qantas and I could see there was something wrong with the tail. Suddenly it started to fall out of the sky and then it hit the ground at a very funny angle before bouncing up and then down again and managed to land without actually crashing. It was very frightening to watch and the people I were with, and many people in the area, resolved to go to the airport to celebrate and mingle over the fact that lives hadn't been lost. We took this long epic journey on foot to get there - like just in the one suburb - and it felt a bit like that bit in Close Encounters where they all meet to walk up the side of that mountain.
Was very odd. Feels less odd writing it down in that it feels more like a celebration of a nearmiss rather than how it felt watching it happen which was quite upsetting.