This is kind of long.  I am on an airplane, about to take off for a trip to Europe (I am going to Europe with a group of girlfriends in a few weeks).  The plane takes off, and it's a really rocky takeoff.  The flight continues to get worse, and we've been flying for what seems like hours.  Finally, the pilot completely freaks out, and the plane goes down.  However, instead of being very far away, we crash into a small strip of land that is on the lake close to where I was brought up-close to my parents house.  I remember thinking that it is strange that the land is there, because it wasn't in that same area before, but I get off the plane.  No one else wants to leave the crash sight, but I have this strong feeling that it is very important that we leave.  The pilot has already left running and screaming.  I finally become so hysterical that everyone agrees to leave.  We are walking through the wooded area that will lead to my house/my parents' house, when I realize that all my belongings are still on the plane.  I run up the hill of the damn that boarders the lake, and right as the plane comes into view, it explodes.

From there, I'm not quite sure how things happen, but I end up at my parents house.  Everyone is ok, but my mom has bad news for me.  My ex-boyfriend (who was, for some reason working on a military ship in the dream, he does not do that and never has) may or may not have been killed in an explosion very much like the one I experienced-only on a ship in Hawaii.  No one says anything, but I get the feeling that the two are connected/planned by the same group of people.  Again, I don't know how I get there, but I end up on a ship sailing toward the damaged one in Hawaii.  There are thousands of women and girls with me, waiting to see if someone they know is dead.  A list of dead men is going around, and my ex-boyfriend's name is not on it.  We pull up to the military ship, and the men start filing in and taking women away.  Finally, I am left with a bunch of crying women.  I am confused, because my ex's name was not on the dead list. Someone mentions there is a missing list-and that the men on that one are most likely dead.  I reach for it, and then a group of about 4 men comes down.  I first see a man who looks a lot like my ex, and then I realize its not him, and that my ex is actually two men behind the first man.  We meet eyes just as I'm looking toward the missing list, and he smiles and shakes his head.  I start to cry, and he comes and gives me a hug.  I tell him that I almost died, and he says that he was the same.  I tell him I thought he was dead, and again, he says the same thing.  He asks how I got the bravery to get on a flight to come all the way to Hawaii just to see if he is alive and I reply that I had to take two Valium.  We start to kiss/walk away and I wake up.

Oh, I am a 22 year old unmarried female