I was in an airplane about to take off. The plane headed down the runway in an easterly direction. It seemed to lack power and could not get far off the ground. The pilot was heading towards a large bridge, and to avoid colliding with it, he leveled the plane and flew under the bridge. He then tried to gain altitude, but again the plane lacked power. I saw the plane heading toward a building in the first row behind the cockpit. The pilot banked the aircraft to the left. He clipped a billboard on top of a building with the right wing.

The plane was now beginning to drop very quickly. I could see the pilot level the plane and head toward a large open field to crash-land the aircraft. The nose was pointed down, and it seemed unavoidable that we were about to crash. I told Jesus, “looks like I will see you soon.” I braced for the impact. I felt the pressure as we hit the ground but no pain. I awoke in the dream and found myself lying under a curved section of the fuselage at the front of the wreckage. The impact was so intense that all my clothes, except my socks and underwear, were stripped from my body. But there was not a scratch on my body. I crawled out from under the fuselage and looked back. There was nothing left but the ashes of the aircraft. The impact was very intense.

I then looked to my right and saw an older woman come out of a two-story house, maybe fifty feet from the wreckage. I sat down on a wooden bench that was in her garden. Realizing I had been spared from the impact, I looked at her and said something about having faith in the Lord. She walked past me and said calmly: “If we pray, there may be hope for our country.”