Anyway, we waited for the other plane to take off first. It was raining, and just in the way on its right hand side was a taxied plane with half its body on the runway. The pilot obviously thought that it was okay, as it started its run down the runway. However, at the last minute, the plane swayed hard to avoid the parked plane.
I was now up in the air (even though we have not taken off) and watched the whole thing unfold. The plane skidded in the wet runway, it tipped on its left with the tip of the wing hitting the ground. Sparks were everywhere. Another hundred metre down the runway, both wings snapped off and the body continued to skid. Toward the end of the runway where I was, the body rolled several times and came to a rest on its side. No explosion.
The parked plane was now gone. In place of it was a fat short rocket of sort. It moved slowly across the runway to a bunch of parked planes, where the first parked plane was. It was like a car without a handbrake, slowly going out of control. The fat rocket hit some small plane and flipped upside down. Then a fire broke out. Still no explosion, just fire that engulfed the rocket.
Then I woke up.
