Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.
My family and I (as we are now) seem to be living back in Clayfield (in Brisbane, Australia) relative to the layout of the apartment and building, though there are not any other buildings around as in reality; only a large field surrounding it. I watch a small airplane flying overhead, viewing it from the window of our main bedroom. I do not notice any family members around at the time. An unknown female of perhaps about twenty years of age is walking across the field and the airplane, which is a Cessna, nosedives (coincidentally) almost onto her as she is walking, approaching her from behind, and it barely misses her as it crashes with hardly any noise resulting. She still ends up lying on the ground needing to be pulled away from the area by an older unknown male. However, I do not think she is physically injured but only in mild emotional shock. The crashed Cessna remains in a diagonal position with a few smaller pieces on either side.
I suddenly find myself in the same area as the event (again, when I had only just watched it from a fair distance from our window) and for some reason, I am asked by another male about the scene. There are a few other people around at this point, but oddly, there is no mention of the pilot at that point and I am not aware of the pilot being around anywhere, alive or dead. However, I do eventually mention how the airplane stalled because the pilot was flying it straight up (I actually seem to say this about three or four times to different people). I also mention how this same thing had recently happened three times previously (apparently in the exact same area), all with smaller Cessnas - as if from some sort of false memory. However, I do not remember seeing anything like this in afterthought unless there were a few forgotten “resets” of my dream that my dream self was somehow referring to.
The events in this dream may possibly only be related to the sleeping, dreaming, and waking processes themselves. (It did feel like that type of dream.) Something falling represents the waking process. An airplane can represent the dreaming process itself (as does flying without technological aid). The airplane crashing may relate to being partially perceptive of a real-life environmental sound that may have triggered partial waking, but instead made my dream more vivid and sent me into a puzzled state about whether or not I was actually going to wake soon. The female could even have represented my wife Zsuzsanna and a vague focus on whether she might be awake or sleeping at the time.