I was flying in a commercial plane and did not know those around me. Suddenly the plane began falling from the sky. The pilot was trying to recover, but with no success. I knew we would all be killed but I was ready to meet the Lord. To my surprise, the plane crashed on its belly and was not destroyed. People were panicking about getting out, so I opened a large window towards the back of the aircraft, and everyone disembarked without any injuries.

Once outside the plane, I noticed a small fire burning in a tree not far from the right wing. Fearing an explosion, I quickly doused the flame and extinguished the fire. We had crash-landed in a small grass field, but tall apartment buildings were just to my west, opposite the airport. The sky was very dark, with heavy cloud cover and a disturbing reddish-orange glow reflected off the clouds. I saw at least two other planes fall from the sky randomly, just as ours had, and these crashed to the ground and exploded in mushroom clouds that resembled nuclear bombs.