I was in
Amarillo, on the same weekend I was supposed to go with
Oscar Hill to some kind of concert in Carthage,
Texas.
I was visiting the twins, Ronny and Randy Nall, when I realized this. Amarillo is roughly 375 miles from Carthage. I told the
boys, right after I arrived that I was gonna have to leave already, they were not happy about it, but they understood. I said goodbye t them, and the
girl that I stay with when I go to Amarillo, Cassie Lax. The boys said they would
ride with me to the edge of
town. We all loaded up in my
truck and headed toward Carthage.
Somehow we got sidetracked and wound up mudhawging on some
backroads in Amarillo.
Next thing I knew, the
plane I had taken to get back to Carthage on time, was coming in for a landing. Looking out the
window, I could tell that the plane was coming in at too wild of an angle. One of the other passengers said, "Oh my God!" At that point the plane was strafing down the runway, turning more onto it's side. Seeing that we were all about to
die, I leaned back to Cassie, who was all of a sudden behind me. I
kissed her, a good long passionate kiss, as the plane continued it's slow motion
destruction. The other
passengers realized they could not
fight what was going to happen, so they started to
applaud, and shake each other's hands. Then, nothing...
That was it, I did not wake up, but the dream had ended. I later woke up, and could remember nothing, except for random parts as I continued through the morning. There was much more of it too, however this is all I can remember for the moment.