Crash

I hear someone say I hope they're enjoying their flight up there, referring to a plane that's passing 35,000 feet overhead. I look up out of a window and see a plane much lower, making awkward sudden changes of direction. It appears to be out of control. It might be heading my way but there's nothing I can do. Then it screeches close by and crashes into a local landmark building. Pieces of stone fly in all directions.

In all my flying dreams there's never been a crash before.