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When I was
about 8 or
9 I had a
strange
dream
involving
me riding
in a
silver van
with a
bunch of
people who
spoke
Spanish.
We were
traveling
though
rolling
hills, and
towards
some huge
mountains.
All of a
sudden, a
huge plane
came out
of nowhere
and
crashed on
the hills.
I woke up.
The next
day, I was
watching
TV, and I
saw a news
blurb
about a
plane that
had
crashed in
the Andes.
At that
point my
mom turned
off the
TV, and I
went to
dinner.
Now I am
15, and a
few weeks
ago, I was
watching a
special
about
flight 800
and how
the crash
could have
been
prevented.
The
newscaster
also
talked
about some
other
crashes
that had
happened
the same
way 800
could
have. One
of those
crashes
that had
happened
was in the
Andes, to
a
Colombian
Jet. I saw
the
pictures
from the
wreck, and
I
remembered
the dream.
It was
exactly
what my
dream had
looked
like.
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