As if this was not enough my bad dreams did not end.  The next one was on a plane.  The plane crashed in the water, and I fought my way through the water to get to the shore.  After everyone was safe, it was required that we go on another plane to get from the island that we had made it to, to home on the mainland.  Unfortunately, as rediclous as it sounds, as we approached the mainland the pilot flew very close to the water, so close in fact that the smaller waves touched the bottom of the plane.  To our horror, a much larger wave approached, and we had to watch as impending doom made its way towards the plane.  The wave impacted, and pulled the plane under the water, crashing it.  I don’t know if we were able to escape the ocean diving fuselage, for I woke up at least partially at this point.