Getting on a plane, the seating is odd-one person at each corner, others placed in other spots in the grid. The person yells at us to get in our seats. He starts talking about how someone has to put this thing at the bottom of the plane once we’re under way. There’s a shake, and the guy says “uh oh” and runs towards the front. I look out and we’re heading for a big wall/ridge. I yell at the guy to turn the plane but he stands there. I start to try to turn off the auto-pilot and turn the plane, but we’re getting close to the wall/ridge.
My exciting life, this place