Morning of April 4, 2015. Saturday.
I am not at all lucid yet still have the typical awareness that I am somehow making my dream, though it is probably clearer to emphasize that I do not think of the in-dream world as solely a dream but something which a part of me has brought about in a very subtle way as "reality" (which is of course an entirely different state than either semi-lucidity or the highest level of lucidity where full clarity and "timelessness" is perceived).
It is possibly a "throwback" to certain dream types from my teenage years (around age sixteen) where I deliberately made dreams where continuous car crashes occurred (usually on the highway in front of my Cubitis home) and often reflected on aspects of how they were rendered (how "realistic" they were) and how much precise control I could maintain over each and every vehicle, sometimes even lifting and throwing one onto another with telekinesis. The extent of control varied by about 50/50.
In this dream, it is an airplane with two younger pilots that is landing on the streets of, I think, La Crosse (though as is often the case, something is rotated perpendicularly to its real placement, in this case, the parking garage area). The pilots are given instructions on what street to land on, though it seems to be a smaller passenger plane, though not with passengers, and the situation is not very realistic in terms of size orientation. (It is doubtful such a plane would be able to land on the street of a residential area, with or without cars parked on either side.)
I reflect with certainty on how the airplane, after landing, is then going to continue to coast, turn a bit to the left, and crash into the multi-storey car park (or "parkade"), which it soon actually does, about four blocks north (from where I am viewing the event), on the southeast corner of that block. At this point, my dream is similar to another recent crash dream (concerning the train derailment) where everything seems to move with impossibly slow speed. There is an unknown male (possibly an unidentified classmate from my middle school years) with me. We avoid the flying debris (which is unrealistic considering how far away the building is) by walking about half a block to the west, but as with my other dream, I choose to go back to where I was to continue watching. However, I am not threatened in any way, or hit by any flying bits of concrete as the building is still slowly breaking up (and "exploding outward in slow motion") at the bottom only. I watch the building slowly collapse and at one point another identical building, more to the west, also seems to collapse (without any reason) and rebuild itself a few times over (which seems to have something to do with my in-dream thought continuity). At this point, I lose interest and slowly wake.
In a way, this seems associated with past dreams; one where I "froze" a tidal wave (though with the water's energy still vividly cycling through the form) as well as one where easily I "froze" a nuclear explosion but of which was still very slowly unfolding, though with more than enough time to leave the area on a spacecraft.