I'm a pilot. Well, former pilot now. I'd been dreaming about planes and the sky since I was a kid, and I actually managed to make it happen. The job turned out to be a lot harder than I imagined as a kid, of course, but overall I loved it. Flew for nine years, never once had a fear of flying.
Then out of nowhere I started having this recurring dream. I'm flying, the plane is full of passengers, and we're going down. The plane is already partially on fire. I never see how it ends, but every time I'd wake up drenched in cold sweat. Pretty obvious how that one would've played out.
After the first time, I was a wreck the whole day. Eventually I sort of got used to it, but this uneasy feeling crept in. Every time I'd head out for a flight, there was this dread hanging over me.
The dream came back four times total. If it had started after some kind of incident, I would've chalked it up to trauma. But no — it came out of nowhere. Everything had been fine.
A buddy of mine said I was just burned out and that's why my brain was messing with me.
My wife, though — she took it seriously. She said, "If it were different dreams, different crashes, that'd be one thing. But the same one over and over… that's scary. If you decide to leave, I'm with you."
So I did. We started a business. It's been three years now since I last flew. The dream stopped.
I can't say for sure whether it was some kind of premonition. Yeah, about three months after I quit, the airline I'd worked for had a crash — but there's no guarantee I would've been on that flight. They usually had me on different routes.
But who knows… I just read that girl's story about the werewolf dream and figured I'd share mine too — how I decided not to ignore what my dreams were telling me.