Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.
I am in a large room on the fourth floor of a school-like building. There are at least four rows of smaller school desks but there is no indication of a more directed or defined classroom setting. The door to the room is in the front and to my left and I am probably near the back of the room. My wife Zsuzsanna is there as well as a few unknown people. It may be in Australia though looks slightly like my fifth grade homeroom classroom in some ways (though that was only on the second floor and the orientation is mirrored). However, the outer appearance of the building slightly resembles a hospital in La Crosse. The room I am in is possibly the second room back from where there is a corner (that is oriented inward) that goes off to my right so that I can look out the window and see the other perpendicular outer wall (and windows) which seems to be closer to the street. The entrance is seemingly on my side of the inward corner of the L-shaped (or possibly T-shaped) building and I get the impression that outside the area to my right is a large parking lot.
After a short time, a regular scheduled flight occurs. I think it has something to do with advertising; in this case, possibly a particular brand of bread (Wonder Bread?). I hear a small airplane engine and look around to my right. The airplane (which is somewhat like a crop-duster type) eventually flies too close to the building and its left wing is somehow hitting the eaves of the building making a somewhat tinny clacking sound and the pilot seems to be “stuck” somehow (though still slowly moving ahead). The pilot apparently flew too close for the first time in his day to day rounds around the building. Eventually, a sense of awe occurs as it is realized he will not be able to make the ninety-degree turn when reaching the corner, though instead of crashing directly into the other outer wall of the building, the airplane just pauses in midair (it was flying “impossibly” slowly anyway, almost like a helicopter hovering but moving a short distance at a time) and then it falls straight down in a not-that-loud crash near the building’s assumed entrance.
Some people come in and I talk about what had happened, describing the event in detail at least three times to different people. I ask if it was a Cessna and a younger male tells me no…it was a Mercola(?) something. Apparently, the pilot had lived and he is said to have no injuries.